I managed to take a photo of his face with my mobile without him seeing me. I suppose he must have been involved in a skirmish of some sort, perhaps was exposed to chemical weapons in the Gulf. I felt infinite pity for him.
My bastard children, on the other hand, wouldn't stop looking at him- staring with their curious little black eyes, openly pointing at his face, squealing ''Father, what's wrong with his face?'', attempting to peel sections of it off to put in their lettuce and tomato sandwiches etc.
It makes you wonder what currency these little shits have when put in charge of burns wards. The NHS really has gone down the pan.
poor guy