Woken up by a phone call from my mum at about 4 to say my grandad had died. We had a good cry on the phone. I was instructed to wake Graham up for a hug, which I did.

Didn't sleep after that. Headed back to Bracknell when it was a more sociable hour. Lots of sympathetic smiles from strangers on the journey so I must've looked a state.

Keith and Naomi were there and Selena and Harry too. We went out for lunch in the countryside, and looked at the chickens and pigs (and a daschund puppy) afterwards.

Back home for more cups of tea and biscuits and chats. I phoned work to ask if they needed me back for Friday and they told me to stay home another day. In the evening Selena drove us out to Warfield for a walk.

Such a tough day but we managed to smile too. He lived 91 good years and died peacefully, so we kept reminding ourselves and each other of that.