Dear Roy Thank you for making me feel like one of your family and even extending that to welcome other members of my family into your home after Mum and Colin had the fire. It was generous and they will always appreciate it. Thank you for showing such an interest in me and making me feel like you saw me as a source of ideas for something you hadn't yet thought about; whether that was Scandanavian interiors or patchwork quilts. I know the stories I told about cutting peoples' hair who were street homeless whilst I was cutting your hair really captured your interest and humanity. (I am sorry I never quite worked out exactly where the comb-over section of your hair was meant to start; in truth I was secretly cutting it shorter and shorter). Thank you for being patient with me in response to all my gardening questions and coming up with, frustratingly good ideas, that I wish I had thought of. In truth, sometimes I think I had, but you would still believe they were your own (you are incredibly open minded but once your mind is made up that's that). Thank you for showing me how one can live through profound sadness and loss with strength and dignity by still noticing and appreciating the things you have whether that's seeing beauty in a plant or humour in a smutty joke. Thank you for being such a lovely grandfather; for always calling Jake 'love' and for your uncomplicated and unswerving support of Jess. Jake says he wishes he had been a bit older so that he had had longer to join you in political discussions now that his interest and knowledge aligns more with your's. (He is hoping to have some of your books though, so he will still think of you often). I enjoyed our times together on a Thursday, with the denial on both our parts about who the cake was really for (definitely you). I will miss you but will always be grateful for the impact you had on my life. Thank you. Love Jo