Flag Louring Yesterday: use these three words

We buried him yesterday under a louring sky, the vicar saying the service over his coffin as we lowered him into the earth.

The tears were because we will miss his humour, his energy, his sense of fun. His silly hats. Mostly, we’ll miss his exaggerated tales of his war, the adventures told with comedy which made us laugh. He loved to talk about it, all his long life. How he was dropped into enemy lines in France and – according to him – he pretty much won the war single-handed, through a ser...