Malcolm "Peter" Lines (9 Apr 1948 - 24 Jun 2023)

In loving memory of Malcolm "Peter" Lines, who sadly passed away on 24th June 2023

Peter was born in Whittlesey on 9th April 1948 to his parents, Jack and Ethia "Peggy." He was brought up alongside his older brother, Colin, and younger sister, Joy.

As a young lad, Peter trained as a gas fitter and had a life-long successful career. Renowned for being old school, he certainly knew his stuff and was called upon for advice and guidance by many of his colleagues over the years.

In the 1970s, his work took him across the country. He spent time in Pembrokeshire, SW Wales, working at Texaco oil refinery. For a short time, Pembrokeshire was his home. He settled down and started a family there with Trudy. He was a step-father to Lucia and became a father to Sacha.
Whilst in Pembrokeshire, he went sailling, fishing, played football, and enjoyed gardening.

Times changed, and his time there was followed by a move to London. He had met Jill, and they built a new life together, along with Jill's first son, Sam, and their son together, Jack. Peter remained in London for 35 years. He had a stint at working in management, but he missed the manual labour and was soon back out in his van travelling between one callout to the next.

In 2008, he was promoted to Grandad when, firstly, Heather was born, followed by Ryan, Charlie, Zoe, and then, lastly, Ava. He doted on his grandchildren, and he was idolised by them in return.

In 2019, Peter retired (briefly) to devote his time to looking after his wife, Jill. Jill was terminally ill and sadly passed away in December the same year. Not knowing what to do with himself, Peter returned to work full-time. This was a true credit to himself at the age of 71, not only to be able to return to a job he loved, but to be called upon to go back.

Peter would spend time on a weekend with his mates down the pub(s), usually 'The Man of Kent' and the 'Pyro' watching the football and having a laugh. He liked to have a flutter on one sport or another and would be seen keeping track of his bets via Bet365 on his phone. As for the lottery, sadly, his numbers never came up, not that his family knew of anyway.

Family meant everything to him. With having Jack and Sam living fairly local, he would venture up north to see Sacha and two of his granddaughters, and he always made a few trips home to Peterborough to see his loving family there, too.

Peter enjoyed a laugh and was known for being the joker of the family, the wind-up merchant. Always up to mischief with his grandchildren and extended family. With laughter, you would often hear the words, "Silly Grandad!" or "Silly Uncle Peter!" coming from the children.

He loved cars, old and new, and could remember number plates he'd had from years ago. You knew if he asked you which route you were planning to take somewhere that he'd have something to say about it and come up with an alternative for you.
This love of cars extended to remote-controlled racing, a hobby that he started with Jack. They both thoroughly enjoyed this shared passion for cars, and the racing took them up and down the country competing in various competitions.

Any spare moment he had, Peter would grab it in the sunshine - in the park, along the river, in a beer garden. Sunglasses on, he loved it. For 30 years, Peter, Jill, and their families spent time together making memories and holidaying abroad in the sunniest of places.

Peter was a man in charge of himself, right up until the very end. Forever in our hearts, never to be forgotten.

Information-
A service will be held at Honor Oak Crematorium, SE4 2LJ on Monday, 10th July at 11.30am. Followed by a gathering for some food and drinks from 12.30pm onwards at 'The Man of Kent', Nunhead, SE15 3QF.

Peter would want you to be comfortable, he wouldn't wear a suit if he could get away with it, so we are giving you the option to come dressed relaxed and casual and in colours, or in traditional funeral colours and attire if you feel more comfortable doing so. Being there is what matters most.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to St. Christopher's Hospice, an organisation praised by Peter during Jill's time there, and who ultimately took care of Peter himself in his final days.