My Uncle Milke retired from the RAF in his early forties and trained to become a math teacher, he always loved to be by water and he ended up in Felixstowe where he developed a passion for sailing. He became a leading light at the local sailing club and introduced many a wayward youth to the pleasures of sea and sail. After reluctant retirement he entered his seventies in fine health. We stayed in touch and met up occasionally; no worries, Brian Mike Tehan ‘Biscuits’ would always be there.
He was bulletproof.
The specialists gave him two months.
A few months later it appeared that his charmed life would continue, he seemed impervious to pain.
Mike had fallen asleep in his chair to the sound of a Beethoven sonata.
I looked at his crossword, all done.
I sat opposite Mike in the threadbare chair that I’d made mine all of those years ago and stuck a fork into my ‘Cod a la Romana’.
A small white room