Uncle Tinny

As I sit here listening to my uncle telling your colourful story I think back over the years to what I can remember of you.

It's year 3 and i'm writing about what i've been up to in the summer holidays. I think me, Mum and LilSis had flown out to visit Pops 'casue he was away on A Big Boat. I wrote that my Uncle Tinny had taken me to the airport so we could go on a big plane. My teacher said that no one was called "Tinny" and that i had spelt it wrong, or misunderstood. I thought she was thick because it was a London name, and she was Cornish.

It was years later when I found out your real name, and i remember feeling a little disappointed.

You used to give me and LilSis loads of one dollar notes when you took us to the airport en route to the states. I think people used to give them to you as tips.

If it's ok with you, I'll remember you in your Postman Pat van, on the way to Gatwick, in the middle of the night.

Dad'll miss you.

Sleep well.

p.s If you ever want to tell me how to win on the horses - I'll be sure to listen.