As if 2023 hasn’t bowled us enough googlies, today brought the dreadful news that Tim, Martyn’s nephew, was found dead this morning. Fate had dealt Tim a bloody awful hand. As a child he suffered bad head injuries when the brakes failed on a bike he’d borrowed, and he was hit by a car. He recovered to a degree from that, but it left him rather vulnerable. He was twice married, each rather ill-advised marriage ending in divorce. He had significant health problems: in particular he required corneal transplants to give him some degree of useful eyesight. And despite all this, he was a delightful bloke: sweet-natured, kind and generous, thanks in no small measure to his mother Gillian’s unstinting care over the decades. The signs are that he died suddenly, which is perhaps a whisker of comfort to his mother, his siblings and the rest of us.
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