Went to the park across the road tonight with Tom, Rich and Bess. An older man was walking slowly across the grass with a middle aged man who was walking hesitantly, making unusual hand movements. Bess ran over to them and we started chatting.
The older man seemed delighted to talk. He chatted about Bess, Tom and football, and growing up in St Clements.
“And is this this your son?” I asked, smiling at the dude who was standing a little way away, grinning at the ground.
“Yes,” he replied. “He’s very shy.”
“We had a son who was a bit shy”, I said.