![]() ![]() First there was Covid and the following year, we found out that he had a malignant tumour in his throat and would need emergency surgery to remove it. The past two years had taken a toll on his health. It seems strange to write about my Father in the past tense and somewhat naively, I had lead 46 years of my life believing that it was something I would not have to do … at least not in the near future. ![]() Dad didn’t read a lot, but during lockdown and in later days, they were a huge source of comfort for him. Every birthday and Christmas he was sure to be given one of these beautiful hardcover Christie classics and over the years – he had assembled quite a nice collection. This would annoy me, no end.Īnd yet, there was one author who never failed to please my Dad someone he would always read with pleasure … and that author was the Queen of Crime, the unparalleled genius that was Dame Agatha Christie. This particular book was too descriptive, that book was too slow, another book had no plot or complicated language … and so every few weeks, a huge pile of unread books would be returned to me with a disappointed face. My Father was always the most difficult person to please when picking a book for him to read, from my personal library. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |