This week's challenge is a word prompt....…the red box….
He was eccentric to the end, my Dad. The man who climbed Mont Blanc in tennis shoes and had beaten Omar Sharif at backgammon had a manner that could only be described as benign madness. Lacing his pudding with Benedictine before taking it to the, naturally Benedictine, monastery on the other side of the valley was typical. Apparently he’d taught Bill Clinton to play sax. Maybe he did. And to the end he honoured his syncopated response to the normal as he lay in his coffin, his box, painted red with gold handles with a phoenix carved on the lid.