Treasured memories of losing shuttlecocks to the roof, games of Newmarket, and bread and butter pudding for breakfast in bed. I will forever be a little crafter, with my ‘wicked’ sense of humour, scouring the charity shops in your honour. Love you forever Grandma. Go and find Syd - or Brian or Fred or whatever he has told the ladies in heaven that his name is while he’s been waiting for you. X