On the Sunday of the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee weekend we received a phone call from Sheffield Police informing us that Fester’s younger brother had been found dead.
It appears he
had come home from work, his heart stopped beating and he went quickly with no
signs of distress or struggle.
He died,
intestate, in the house he was born in and it was up to Fester to sort
everything out; with my help.
Friends, in
both real and virtual life, were supportive, practically, morally and sometimes
maybe a little less than morally.
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Feeling a little hollow after going through Littlebrother's paperwork with Fester sorting out the stuff he needs to take to the solicitors.
Pity it's a bit early for gin o'clock
Tylebach Mawr Needs must sometimes Ben -
I don't think half three is too
early for an apres lunch tipple
MsExlibris Nor do I. It's
Sunday - we used to start drinking at noon!
Bentonbag
God Bless You
both. Were we talking beer or real ale
there'd be no problem (in fact it would probably be fitting seeing as Littlebrother
was an authority). But spirits! So early in the day! Seems so louche! Even in the Chaplaincy-Royal Archer-St
Toms-Duke of Welly days we didn't start on the spirits until after Evensong.
Tylebach Mawr Start singing then! ;0)
Ms
Exlibris You are in that
happy age...drinking gin in the afternoon in your 30's and you are on the road
to bring a drunk. At 65 you're a red
faced alcoholic pensioner. In your 50's
you can do what you like and don't have to answer to anyone!
Bentonbag Oh yes I do - I have a 15 year old son. It's like living with a cross between the
Taliban and my mother - no singing, no dancing, no loud music,
"Where you
going?" "What's that?" "What time are you/Dad getting
back?"
"Where've you been?" "What time do you call
this?" "Who was/is that on the 'phone/at the door?" -
If I crack
open the gin now he'll give me the skunk eye and think I'm on the road to
perdition ...
Ms Exlibris Tell him sometimes even mothers can be naughty!
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