Welcome to 1996 and huge year of change for both of us as a couple and as a family. My father’s health continued to deteriorate but he was determined to make his 80th birthday on January 12th and we celebrated with a lunch at the Queen’s Hotel in Southsea. I had come to the end of my contract in Peterborough and Norwich and was able to pop down from London three times a week to Portsmouth to help out along with my sister and her husband.
Sadly on April 5th which was Good Friday that year, my father died in hospital after a very brave fight, and even the week before he was convinced that he was going to beat this thing!
David was head hunted for a job in Brussels and we decided to put the house in South Woodford on the market rather than let it. It was…
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