Registrar

Helen and I into Liverpool this morning to meet the Registrar and register my Dads death and pick up copies of the death certificate.A wet and miserable day which seemed fitting.

In the photo is a portion of one of the certificates which we had to take with us.Issued over eighty years ago during the second world war.What times to have lived through.

My Dad always said when he grew up things always seemed to be improving latterly he thought the country was getting worse.I can't argue with that.