Boy

Round to his workshop. Well, I say his workshop. In fact, it's just that he still has a key as he used to work there. Anyway, I looked approvingly over the sash window he'd made with hand tools. And at my Dad's old bench which is now nestled in there.
Later I made my way to a well known local public house, where I caught the last twenty minutes of the Arsenal game. Very dull. But the beer was decent enough.