Although I have not seen you in a few years the memories I have as kids remain. The time claire ran over to me panicking that someone had tried to drill through the back door to pinch you in the middle of the night (bizarre now) but as kids we thought someone was going to take you. And the yellow screw that you had for your mouth that was always sat on a piece of kitchen roll at the end of the mantle piece that used to freak me out for some reason Rest easy, your battle is over xx