I can’t really believe that Nan has gone. I have so many wonderful memories of her; As a small child arranging and rearranging her trinkets and boxes of surprises; being allowed to play dress up with her, to me, a very glamorous wardrobe; her distinctive high hair allowing us to pick her out from a crowd at the airport; lunch at the Beeb; a summer trip to Caithness; and the peppermint appearing from her handbag at just the point that a walk was losing its fun. As an adult there are many more which would include sitting on her patio on a hot afternoon drinking a gin and tonic chatting about this and that. Nan was always supportive, yet exerted no pressure or showed expectations for me to be anything other than I was and I always thought that everything came with absolute unconditional love. As you all know, Nan came to visit us last year in Oxford. I was proud to be able to show off my sparky independent Nan. Yet all that was changing and however saddened I am by Nan’s death, I am heartened by the fact that she was spared the decline into confusion and dependence that was beginning… And I am glad to have such good memories of her by.