Persistence

One of the patients - let’s call him the Birdman of Astley Ainslie - used to feed the gulls biscuits and cake.

Until, that is, the staff made him stop. On the not-unreasonable basis that the scrounging feathered feckers don’t need feeding.

Unfortunately, some of the gulls haven’t got the message and seem to live in eternal hope. This deluded bird must have thought that Mo, George and me playing Uno was a feeding occasion. 

Earlier I'd been cast in preparation for making my prosthetic leg. Exciting times.