Lite blogging today as I'm off to bury a dear friend and then give him a good send off at the pub.
Charlie was 75 and died in his sleep, which is how I want to go.
Charlie was the type of guy that gives a pub it's character. He visited often, did his crossword and had a wee bet on the horses; he even won sometimes.
Even though he was a pensioner with a modest income, Charlie always offered to stand his hand. Most refused and instead bought Charlie one.
I never heard Charlie ever speak ill of anyone.
He was in declining health these last few years but he still managed a smile and cheerful attitude.
Charlie will be missed by all.
RIP my friend.
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