Darling father went for a walk Christmas Eve.
There is a lot of snow lying, and the paths here are quite steep, especially compared with the flat area of Cheshire where he currently lives. But he wanted to put the lottery on. I did point out that I had a lottery account (one lucky dip, every Wednesday and Saturday, it's the only way I remember to buy a ticket). I could put his tickets on online. He decided he wanted the walk.
And the company and a pint at the local pub known to everyone as the Hanover, except for darling father who calls it the Hangover.
He went out again today. He had to have a paper.
And a brief call in the Hangover. No doubt he is becoming known.
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