Chapter 5
Sunday afternoon I went to see my grandfather which always made me sad. In his day my grandfather was a fine specimen of a man. He was tall and upright and wore clothes that displayed him to be a man of worth. During the week he could be seen in a fine tailored pin stripe three piece, crisp white shirt and old school tie, cuffs held together with gold links and in his waist coat would be an ancient fob watch attached to golden chain, a neatly folded handkerchief in breast pocket and bowler hat perched upon his head. In his right hand he would hold the handle of a wrapped umbrella which he would march like a third leg. At weekends he would dress down in Calvary twill slacks, Austin Reed casual shirt with cravat at the neck finished off with a jacket of tweed and a green cap. On a
