15th January 1991
Ten past seven in the evening. I was watching Jill Dando on The Holiday Programme. I got a telephone call from Auntie Margery. She couldn't tell me what was wrong but asked me to go home straight away. I kept asking. Dad had died. I remember that telephone call in the minutest detail.
It was a long time ago now and time heals,  but I still hate an unanswered ringing telephone.