A Cross Word (Or Two)

Today is Saturday, and that means a coffee in town, Mum reading the papers and Dad doing his Telegraph crossword. He's been doing these for ages now so he's pretty good at them - as much as he tries to get me interested I'm not just not past-it enough, yet.

The pun is that he gets angry when he can't solve the clue, except he doesn't because he always figures it out (even if it involves enlisting Mum's help).

There is some motion blur on the pen so perhaps this even falls in to the category of sports photography (Naaaahhhht!)