Jak Robson, 67, Hassocks
Sticking a thick, fake moustache above his lip, my husband Phil, 61, turned to me and waggled his eyebrows.
‘Well,’ he said, ‘What do you reckon?’
I burst out laughing.
With his billowing green shirt, long white hair and pointy hat, he looked every inch the perfect pirate.
‘The girls will love it,’ I squealed.
Our granddaughters Daisy, 10, and Letty, 6, lived with us, along with our daughter Ayng, 44, and her husband Robert, 46.
One big happy family.
So when Daisy requested a pirates and princesses birthday party in November 2013, Phil had really thrown himself into it.
Typical!
Married 47 years, I’d never seen anything get in Phil’s way.
Not even the progressive lung illness he’d been battling since 2012.
Hippies at heart,…