Neville John William Day 7 March 1922 - 26 November 1990

	Preface		Dad and the Cranes
	Neville Day The early years		Dad and his duty to the Crown. Including the one on the can!
	Dad's Dad's Army		Dad’s driving lessons (and some)
	Help from Neville’s Father John Day		Dad and the Mercedes G Wagon
	The Day I met Day		Dad, four tonnes of concrete and the gravel tsunami
	Dad and the Coronation		Norfolk is flat (not!)
	Neville Day’s admirable tutoring		No pheasant in here Charles
	Promotion to Chauffeur		You can drive when you're eighty!
	Dad and THE holiday		Dad and the North Sea Gas pipeline
	Dad’s pigs and the Onion Dance		Dad's Butt pricking
	Dad and me and the Farm Fire		Dad’s idyllic office and the end of Neville Day Plant Hire Ltd
	Fluffy dog meets Steam Engine (fluffy no more)		Dad’s little known speech impediment
	Helping with the pruning and tree felling		Dad and the not a Volkswagen
	Neville Day The early years and the final hour		Dad’s wheelies
	Dad and Fairstead		Dad would have laughed!

You can drive when you're eighty!

1983 and I had driven back up from Italy after spending the week with my employer's Italian distributors. They were a family run business and nice people but hopelessly inefficient. Most of their time spent wining, dining, clubbing, womanising and driving expensive and exotic motor cars. I explained all this to Dad one evening amongst a group of friends in our village Social Club.

"Incredible car Dad. You should have seen it. Six litre, supercharged engine, bullet proof glass, it even had a radio telephone. They let me drive it. It did a hundred and thirty miles an hour!"

"What about the women you mentioned?"

"Dad. I'm a married man!"

"Son. You can drive when you're eighty!"

Chris Latham-Smith 2022.

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