Peter Ballocks, RIP

Peter died yesterday in Kelso, with his son and H.etc. by his side. He hung on far longer than seemed feasible, and I sincerely hope he's in a better place now, free of pain and distress. His last conscious words, 36 hrs before, were "I'm going now, I've had enough of this". I shall miss his clever, pig-headed, stubborn, insolent, indolent Peterness.

We light a candle and wish him better, and on some other plane Peter is again his young self dressed in his biker gear, astride a large-engined British motorbike with the twinkle in his eye, gi'in' it laldy with the lassies like the wideboy he was and sticking up his fingers to authority. To Peter!