Poor old Bert died yesterday you know. Yes, nodded off during Heartbeat, never woke up. Only seventy, that's no age nowdays is it? Ooh, Freda was upset. I mean she's all on her own now; both the daughters are abroad, and I don't think she's even seen the grandchildren. Mind you, I remember the younger one and I doubt she'd be much comfort, right little madam she was. You know I haven't a clue what to wear to the funeral. I could kick myself for giving that black jacket to the jumble. I don't want to buy anything new, not with Christmas coming up. Maybe I could borrow the suit our Brenda wore for her Bill's funeral? Mind you, I don't like to ask really, it might bring it all back. She's never really got over it you know. Of course, I said to her...