Billy was not only our neighbour, but a friend and our very own storyteller! He was full of character, warmth, and was always up for a proper chinwag.
Most mornings after the school run, we'd find ourselves catching up with Billy and Peggy in their front room (which Peggy furnished afresh quite frequently😊) talking politics, sorting out the world’s problems, sharing neighbourhood gossip, and having a good laugh while we were at it. You always left those chats feeling lighter and somehow better informed.
Billy was a proud war veteran, and he had a treasure trove of stories from his time in the service, which he shared generously with our kids. They were fascinated, and thanks to him, they now know more about wartime rations and marching drills than most adults do. He had a way of telling stories that was both humble and captivating ,no drama, just straight-up honesty, humour, and wisdom.
Both Billy and Peggy looked forward to their holidays to Scotland and Blackpool — two places that always brought him joy. They’d come back from those trips grinning from ear to ear, arms full of rock and sweet treats for the kids (and sometimes the grown-ups too if we were lucky). Thoughtful to the last.
And let’s not forget the front garden tea sessions which were the best spot on the street for people-watching. Billy and Peggy used to sit out there always keeping an eye on the comings and goings including our lot! They never hesitated to help out, and more than once they stepped in to watch the kids when we were running late or just needed a breather.
Billy was old school in the very best way: respectful, curious, straight-talking (what political correctness 😊)and full of heart. It took both him and Peggy ages to remember my name, and they always mispronounced my sister’s- yet we knew both him and Peggy took an honest interest in others — and always made people feel welcome and seen.
Our family will miss him deeply. Thank you Billy, we were lucky to have known you x
Abida Shah
14/07/2025
