TAKING the Lead

Fancy a walk around the block, Dad?’ I asked, popping my jacket on the usual hook before finding him in his habitual spot.

It was the shrug that gave him away. Both shoulders, not saying a word. He was sitting at the dining room table. He kept it polished just how Mum liked. Brodie, his spaniel, lay across his feet. Brodie was Dad’s constant companion. Dad was staring into the kitchen as if in the hope that