When a man might be King

I have been to Adelaide for a week which is around 4 hours away.

My friend I stayed with most of the week and generally do stay with when I visit Adelaide looks amused at my turning to photograph him where he had sunk into a chair to rest his feet, whereas I am feverishly shopping. Spending up big in his local Salvation Army Shop. Spying the unfortunate mannequins in the background I wondered a man is King who keeps his head. Entirely irrelevant.

I love the sunglasses, but the amount of light must be a great irritant. My pal recently had an eye operation to remove a cataract. He wanted to oblige me to drive me somewhere. How well can you see, I enquired. Pretty well, he attested. :)