Every now and again our family would have an impromptu get together. There was always a great deal of laughter and much reminiscing.

Occasionally Arthur would disappear into the garden wearing his favourite jaiket, pooches bulging with who knows what. One day Susan emptied the pockets to wash his jacket and found, (among other detritus) three penknives, a screwdriver with a wonky blade, a broken torch, nuts and bolts, screws and multiple empty cigarette lighters.

Arthur didnt need a man cave, he carried it around with him. That sums up my brother Arthur. Xx