N7 is cheerfully peeling the carrots and onion for tea [evening meal] when his eyes started ‘crying’.
He rushes over to the other bench, where ‘things’ get plonked as you come in the door [most people have a bench/place like this, don’t they?!], then back to his work station and the onion.
Here he is – wearing a pair of sunglasses, peeling the onion, happy as larry.
My imaginative dreamer and class clown …