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Big bruvver
Neil always wanted to be a fireman when he was a lot younger. Whenever he heard the siren sounding he would get on his pedal bike and wait to see if the engines were coming through the village, then he would ride after them.
As time has gone by his hair has gone a bit grey and thinning a little. The mustache has gone grey and he's gained a few more wrinkles but other than that still the same old big bruvver! Now retired he can play with his trains all day (when Kate let him).
Neil does not like the sight of blood, when I knocked my thumb nail off he almost fainted, and before that while still living in Washford, he swatted a fly on the window with his hand. The glass broke and cut his hand Neil was flat out on the floor in a dead feint.
Both Neil and I used to love taking Marian shopping and we always tried to stand upwind of her.