My late father in law, Bob, used to love sitting in our garden. There was a bench right by the house where he used to sit and watch the girls play. The bench itself has seen better days, so I’ve spent some time fixing it up and I got this little slate plaque made to go on it.
“Always look on the bright side of life” was played at his funeral, and it perfectly sums up his personality. I think he’d approve. X.
I miss you, mate.