10-11 2021 10:30
wrote:
Know to me as my uncle Willie. He lived with us in Blackheath with his brother Charlie and Wife Mary and my two sisters Sharon & Susan.
Willie is to blame for me calling my dad Charlie. He did this on purpose to annoy people and it worked a treat. I often got screamed at by family and told to say Dad. Epically by Granny. I still never say Dad. I remember he painted his bedroom bright purple. It was so bright the room almost glowed in the dark. At night he would bring a bottle of Coke or Tizer into the bedroom and leave it by the bed, on the floor. Every morning I would sneak into the bedroom to drink the Coke or Tizer. He would pretend to be asleep and scream at me, making a very little me jump 3ft in the air spilling sticky fizzy pop all over myself. I still went into the bedroom every morning!. As a child I often stayed over with Willie & Liz when they lived in London. Alan and I would argue after being wound up and Wilie He would howl with laughter as he watched us screaming at each other. I always remember him laughing and smiling and of course swearing. Always happy. My mad uncle. Can't believe it's nearly been a year.
10-11 2021 10:30
wrote:
Know to me as my uncle Willie. He lived with us in Blackheath with his brother Charlie and Wife Mary and my two sisters Sharon & Susan.
Willie is to blame for me calling my dad Charlie. He did this on purpose to annoy people and it worked a treat. I often got screamed at by family and told to say Dad. Epically by Granny. I still never say Dad. I remember he painted his bedroom bright purple. It was so bright the room almost glowed in the dark. At night he would bring a bottle of Coke or Tizer into the bedroom and leave it by the bed, on the floor. Every morning I would sneak into the bedroom to drink the Coke or Tizer. He would pretend to be asleep and scream at me, making a very little me jump 3ft in the air spilling sticky fizzy pop all over myself. I still went into the bedroom every morning!. As a child I often stayed over with Willie & Liz when they lived in London. Alan and I would argue after being wound up and Wilie He would howl with laughter as he watched us screaming at each other. I always remember him laughing and smiling and of course swearing. Always happy. My mad uncle. Can't believe it's nearly been a year.
