Valerie Borg writes:

I was sadly stunned when I heard the news on the radio. I knew you had a terminal illness because you told me so over coffee one sunny sunday morning. Still, the end came so soon.

You were a remarkable man with a fascinating voice, a likeable snob who wouldn"t have a coffee with just anyone, but you did with me nearly every Sunday.

We would talk about everything except about other people’s lives.You were far too intelligent to waste your time and energy over a subject that didn’t concern us.

Your voice was magnificent. If I had to listen to you reading a whole book I would still be interested halfway through.

Smart and distinguished I was surprised to hear you were 81; you didn’t look a day over 65, but then that was because you were a proud and lovely man.

The very last time I saw you was in hospital when you whispered “I am so tired”. That’s when I realised that your days were numbered.

Sleep well Charles, it was a pleasure knowing you and having coffee with you.