Stony faced

In Nantwich visiting my Dad again. After my second trip to the home I walked into the town centre, got some food and walked past the church - where I snapped this chap.

Dad's feet much less swollen. Chiropodist has visited, but, less happily, the district nurse continues to visit ("she's a bloody nuisance... and useless"). I did offer to take him out in a wheelchair round to the nearby pub, but he was a bit sniffy about the pub ("it's Marston's and Marston's doesn't agree with me") but - Hallelujah! - he was open to the idea of going out for a lunchtime drink further afield if someone visited with a car.