Dear Uncle Mick, I wished I'd got to see you one more time. Thank you for all the wonderful memories you gave me, from taking Jacqui & I to CB radio club, when we where young teenagers, to my hoilday in Cornwall where I celebrated turning eighteen. You always looked out for me. When I was about 9 years old & you found out I was being bullied, you had me punching your palm, telling me to image that was their face. When I'd hit your palm hard enough, you said "right next time they grab you, punch them on the nose and then run." Maybe it's not "PC " now, but it worked & I was never bullied again. I'll remember you always with affection & Love RIP Paula xx