On leaving the army Taf bought his first car, a Van den Plas, it was a really beast with 12 cylinders leather seats and lots of chrome. Unlucky for Taf the oil crisis happened and he couldn't afford to run it within 13 months.
Tafs first job on leaving was with FMC in Salisbury as a supervisor, as a man who hated to see children or animals suffer, also with his aversion to responsibility he soon sought other employment.
Taff found work locally with the DOE as a sewage worker. This suited him, it was out doors local and no responsibility.

He joined the local civilian club where he would often pop in after a two till ten shift on a Saturday night and have a dance with Laura in his wellies and overalls.
On one occasion when he was on a 6 till 2 shift, it had been a very warm week on the Friday he took the car, drove round the various schools his children attended telling the head teacher a relative had died and he had top take us all to Wales.
We all went to Wales, Barry Island to be precise, as Taff put it 'its to hot to be stuck indoors'.

As he had decided to live in England he said we all had to follow the English game now, so for various reasons it was decided the family would now be Arsenal supporters in football, but always Wales and Welsh clubs when it came to Rugby)!

Taff loved sport, as a young man he had played, but now being poorly sighted in one eye semi paralysed in his right hand and wrist, and having his left elbow secured with screws he became a spectator. He would watch all sports except, ice skating in all its forms, synchronised swimming and bafflingly Tennis.

Taff signed up his family for all the chara trips in the summer whether it was to Weymouth or Barry Island,

In 1975 on a family holiday Taff decided to give up smoking. He had been a smoker since 1932.

In the mid eighties Taff was diagnosed with on hearing it was caused by smoking, on hearing hthis he decided to start again as he had gone through all that pain and craving for years for nothing!

The eighties were an eventful time for taff, he was diagnosed with angina, almost choked to death on a chicken bone and was the prime suspect in several armed robberies and the shooting of a policeman.

The gun that Taff had been punished for mislaying in the 1960's was the one that was used in the robberies and as Taff was the last person to officially have the gun the police decided he was the perpetrator. He was questioned on several occasions by officers from Greater Manchester, He produced time sheets that showed he was in work on the days of the crimes and it was impossible for him to have journeyed to Manchester after his shift and commit the crime in the time he had. After a few months of this Taff was beginning to really worry that he was going to be prosecuted for a crime he did not commit. As luck would have it one day while out walking his dog he bumped into the officer from his old unit that carried out the investigation into the loss of his side arm. He was able to produce documents for the police that proved that Taff had not seen the weapon since 1963.

On retirement Taff decided to occupy his time removing the ivy from the trees in the wood by nine trees, he would leave with his machete and wire cutters, (bu now his legs weren't capable of climbing fences) and set off on his mission.
Taff was given a Jack Russel puppy at this time, which he called scuff, he took the dog out at least three timers a day for at least 2 hours, on his evening walk he would pop in the Clary for a night cap on his way back, he would sit or stand where the committee would have the book as dogs weren't allowed in, and he wasn't leaving his dog outside.

As time wore on Taff became less steady on his legs, and was less inclined to go out. He was worried that he wouldn't make it back.

Nevertheless he still had a sharp wit and many a caustic quip would be uttered which would leave all present in stitches.