( Yes, I know it's blurred, but surely you'll forgive the photographer that.)
After 4 straight uninterupted hours of Knitting Natter, Henry just gave up. Even the thought of a new woolly pullover couldn't preventing him lapsing into a deep sleep.
Dreams of cricket matches, warm beer and how his wife Hilda (in the blue cardy) used to look.
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