August 22cnd 2017, it still feels like yesterday, my beloved husband Pete had an awful week at work. He worked for HMRC as a tax officer for over 25 years and took a great deal of pride in his work. This particular week, I sensed a sadness in him, like he was becoming frustrated by the younger intakes coming into the organisation. To cheer him up, I went out to Asda and got him his favourite dinner, and came across this movie as I was checking out...Petey always loved British crime films, he loved the work of Guy Ritchie and all things crime. I thought he would love to sit down with bangers and mash, with a good movie and let the troubles of his week drift away, accompanied by a sturdy ale.
When Pete arrived home, I had his slippers by the door and sat him down with this DVD. Whilst cooking his dinner I left Pete to watch the movie with his feet up with a pint of Speckled Hen. Upon bringing his dinner in on a tray, I saw Pete and gasped, he was frozen, he looked like Petrified Colin Creevey From Harry Potter. He was just frozen with a face like someone had screeched their nails on a blackboard. Petey was rushed to hospital and put in what Dr Singh called a CIC (Cringe Induced Coma). Sadly Pete passed away 3 days later...occasionally I will put the movie on, as it always reminds me of Pete
Petey, if you can hear me up there I love and miss you darling. I know I will see you again some day...Until we meet again, your loving Karen.
