Born 26th February 1912 |
I loved my grandad. I once believed that he was the Bungalow Bill from the Beatles song and he went along with that. He was a lovely man who took life as he found it and expected life to take him as it found him. Not always politically correct but one of the most tolerant people I ever knew. Used to have my tea with him 2 or 3 times a week when I was at school and still remember the hot pots and potato pies he made me... yummy... and the fried fish (on a Friday) and the salads! He wasn't a big fan of salad... it was half an iceberg lettuce, some cucumber, a sliced boiled egg and some ham!! He wasn't a big fan of all "that foreign muck" either. Good plain fare.
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