Sounds a lot like Robert Mochrie. He was even nice enough to clean the blood splatter from the walls.
"Beyond his family circle, Robert had few, if any, real male friends. His social entertainment amounted to little more than having a few pints down the pub, watching the occasional rugby match. He was shy, but not a social misfit; he had held down a senior position at the Welsh Office, and had run a number of different businesses. Another friend of the family, Chris Williams, scrambles to make sense of the inexplicable. "We are all at a loss," she says. "Robert was
the guy who wouldn't hurt a fly."
Family man
MOO