It turns out I was wrong. Again. I really must get my facts right before blogging about my father’s shopping trips. He did buy a cap, but it was more baseball than flat. Sorry about that.
I’m not sure what to do with that image. I don’t believe my father is interested in pursuing American sports, although nothing would surprise me now. This morning, on the hottest day we’ve had in our part of the world recently, he and mum cycled a substantial distance. Dad saw his second lizard in two days.