What a little devil you were growing up.

With me being 6 years older than you I often had to look after you. I tipped you out the pram at the bottom of Castle Hill but I thought you'd like going down the hill fast!

Then you walked in a bog up to your neck and I had to pull you out. You were a tiny thing then. We went to a football match once and the ball hit you in the stomach and knocked you out!

You have had a hard time over the last couple of years but you have been ringing me every night ( usually when Emmerdale is on) and always had a tale to tell. I shall miss those calls.

It was lovely you could be with us at Alice's wedding and we have some lovely photos of you.

I hope you are at peace now Mor and reunited with Rose and Gary.

lots of love Shirley xxx