Sorry to hear this - RIP.
"Within half an hour he had discovered the betting shop and within a day thrust a large sum of money into my hands – my "share" of his winnings. He cooked, washed clothes and did the ironing, then when Jill arrived, they raided the butcher's for lamb chops and goat, and he cooked up enough to last us a week."
Sounds like a great guy. Never realised he lived in latter years in Brighton, either.