An Impromptu Poet
When he lived in Panxworth with Grandma Diana, Grandpa Bob would often ring to hear how we were doing, what we had been up to and just for a general chat. On this occasion, none of us were in. Rather than just hanging up the phone, Grandpa used the opportunity to conjure up a short poem and leave it as an answerphone message.
Things such as this epitomised him; his kindness and selflessness; taking pleasure in hearing of the pleasure and goodfortune of others; being a great listener whenever others had problems; and his fantastic wit, which formed such a large part of his personality.