ZeitPater requested sweets.
So I bought some.
And he rejected all but one packet.
So, naturally enough, I've eaten the rejects whilst watching a recording of Portillo's latest railway journey epic (or at least the bits that the recorder decided to record).
Wish I'd shown a bit more restraint now though.
It's one of life's little ironies that I recorded that so ZeitPater could watch it when he came out of hospital.
But he never did.
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