19th of March, 1925

Alfie would come into your father's shop from time to time for adjustments to his glasses, he praised your father up and down for the magical work he could apparently do.

The morning began with you sat behind the counter, your father had told you to expect Alfie as he had arranged to come and collect a spare pair of his glasses.

Alfie would always announce himself clearly since he knew your father so well he'd also come to know you just as well, and took your blindness into account, even though you could always tell when it was him that entered your father's optometry shop, just with the force at which he opened the door and rang the bell above it.

"G'mornin' treacle! S'only me!" his thundering voice filled the shopfront.

You felt his presence swoop to your side, "hello darlin'," he said, softer this time, taking your hands in his, dwarfing yours.