Astley Ainslie

After some productive sawing, and a visit to the maw to sort out her electricity readings, a pal and me went to visit Paul at Astley Ainslie. He's improved so much since last week and can now walk with a frame; mind, it's tough to shout about his improvement as everyone else in the pavilion is an amputee. Afterwards, a walk back along Canaan Lane ended with a visit to the Canny Mans and as we didn't have backpacks, beards, mobiles, cameras, trotskyist literature, or Dr Martens, we were served. At a price.
And the Fruit-a-Licious man caught my eye as I came out, so I did the evil deed and blipped him.