Tony was alone in his garden. He had nothing really to do, but he enjoyed pottering. It helped him think. It also meant he could avoid being scolded. He really didn’t enjoy that. He also didn’t understand what the problem was. If people knew he didn’t remember things, they should stop expecting it of him. Eventually they would realise and all would be well. That’s what happened, every time.
After a while, he found the children pottering alongside him. He dug something, they dug the same thing. He used the unexpected help to extend his bed a little. Not a word was exchanged, but he and the children were happy.
After a while the children left. Badass then came to investigate all the new happenings. Tony nearly trod on the animal three times as it wove through his legs, purring. Eventually
