Finished work and a very busy and sad week. My Grandad died yesterday. Not totally unexpected, he was very old, he was in poor health, in a nursing home and he wasn't happy but it is sad nonetheless and hard for my Granny. She has lost two sisters and a husband in two years. I never expected to have grandparents as a grownup woman in my forties, and when one of them dies a little bit of your life goes with them, that childhood bit when grandparents are the best thing ever moves further away. So a funeral in the gap between Christmas and New Year.
This is my favourite pic of him, from the summer of '81, he would only be in his early 60s.
Taken on my Kodak Instamatic, one of the few pics I have off that reel that isn't blurry and out of focus. He often sat in this squat position when he was working. The green structure was his budgie shed. Other memories include various bizarre DIY fixes around the house involving tape and string in strange places, him telling us not to eat out granny's sweets, calling granny 'Sal'- her name is Mabel, and reading out bits of The Mirror of The News of the World and then going off on an anti Thatcher rant. When our family used to visit and we all sat in their tiny living room, he would always sit on the hardest chair, away from the TV so everyone else got a better seat. More than anything he was a stubborn old bugger.