He`s been in tears, he doesn`t know what`s happening to him, he used to be so independent, ran a business, taught Paul to drive and now lives on the state and isn`t allowed to drive, doesn`t know where he lives and doesn`t know what to do.
He`d gathered some things ready to go, his glasses, his hat, his keys and two shoe horns. But he didn`t know where to go and doesn`t have anywhere to go. He has no family and no friends.
And now Paul is here. He`s come for his curry, he couldn`t wait till 7pm.
He`s praised Dhiren, told him he has no money worries, told him how he wants him to stay here, how he is looking forwards to watching the football with him.
And Dhiren has picked up and Paul feels very pleased with himself, believing he knows how to handle his father, which he does, but believing he has taken him out of his sadness, which he hasn`t.
So Paul has gone home now and will be back at 7pm. Dhiren can stop pretending he is all right, and I`m left picking up the pieces.