Sorry to hear about your loss, Bill. The consolation, I guess, is that your father-in-law had a long and, hopefully, happy life. As a species, we humans seem to be cracking the longevity business. I recall quite clearly the days when reaching the age of seventy (the old "three score years and ten") was regarded as a "good innings".
On a similarly sombre note, I missed out a couple of details regarding our cat's death. At 7.30 on the morning it happened, my wife had just left the house to pick up her 92 year-old mother who lives just across the road from us. She was taking her mother to the funeral of her 95 year-old brother. It was then my wife noticed the late cat lying in the garden---she'd only let it out half-an-hour earlier. One of those moments when you look skywards and say "Thank you SO much---anything else?"
As for Malc "bubbly" McGookin----what a girl. Like I said, I had grit in my eye...
