Farewell Jimmy

Drove down to mum's yesterday so that we could attend my uncle's funeral. He was 96 and had a good life so it was a sad farewell but also a lovely celebration of who he was. Typically, Jimmy had planned the service himself and, in true Jimmy style, had chosen ' smoke Gets in Your Eyes' for the crematorium! A good Lancashire send off afterwards - meat and potato pie with mushy peas and red cabbage. He would have enjoyed it.