I have rocks where my heart is and am rarely moved by stuff but I welled up watching Tony on the TV this morning.
There was something so pure and genuine about this elderly man who has daily visited & tended the memorial to 10 men he watched die during the 2nd world war when their plane crashed in a park in Sheffield.
I almost didn't post, because I was worried that someone would come on and say that he's a miserable old git or similar.
I was actually late for work, because I couldn't stop watching it. The sweetest story. If you are feeling jaded and miserable and need a reminder that there are lovely people in this world, watch it on catch up.
(I have no connection with him or the BBC or any aspect of this story, just in case anyone is concerned I may be plugging something.)