My dad was a quiet man, always reading or doing crosswords. I think that is where my love of books comes from. He was clever too. Offered a place a grammar school but didn’t take it, instead opting to go down the pit instead. His family were very poor so he saw it as his duty to help provide.
He was a happy man though, in fact his nickname was Happy. When we were kids he used to say to us, “They used to call me Happy but look at me now” I have no idea where that quote came from, whether he made it up or not, but it will always remind me of my lovely dad.