In Search of Oldton

As time goes by it's getting harder and harder to remember what he looked like.

I don't keep any pictures of him as a grown man; just grainy black and white shots of him sailing as a kid, and one formal portrait of him in National Service uniform. He is genuinely disappearing from my memory slowly over time.

Apart from a couple of suits, ties and some cufflinks (listed as 'male effects' in the will), the only deeply personal items I came to own were the sailing log book and a desktop calculator. I kept the calculator running on dad's own batteries for over a year.

some prat in the office nicked them to use in his fucking Walkman.

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