I like happy endings: Leigh Hobbs
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By Leigh Hobbs
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Tottenham Court Road in London.
While
it is a bit of a mess, it’s where the road leads that I like. Heading down Tottenham Court Road and into Charing Cross Road, past a run of nondescript Victorian buildings and drab 1970s / 1980s interlopers, the pay-off starts as soon as I spot the spire of St Martin-in-the-Fields. Passing the Edith Cavell statue, my stroll turns into a canter, for on my right is the National Portrait Gallery where I’ll spend the morning.
Jodie Brooke Wilson couldn’t accept what the doctors were saying when they told her two months ago that her brilliant and much-loved husband Des O’Connor had died.
He was 88 and in hospital following a fall but, after 30 wondrous years together, she couldn’t imagine a world without him. She still can’t. ‘Des was getting better and then he was getting worse,’ she says. ‘When they called to say I needed to get to the hospital quickly and asked if I had somebody who could drive me, I knew it wasn’t good. I got into the car and was shaking and shouting, “Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me.”