1. So he could spend his whole time following the thermals that keep the birds effortlessly flying.
2. So he could shit on the people he didn't like. (His words not mine).
He was not the sort of man who could have put up with a long drawn-out terminal illness so a heart attack in his chair at home on Friday was the best way he could go.
If you are holidaying in Dorset, watch out for any low flying buzzards with a gleam in their eye. Especially if you are a speed cop, politician or traffic warden.
|My father and my Aunty Joy with their mother, Winifred c. 1927|
Dad's visit to The Turkish Bakery
Dad's beetroot and apple bread recipe