I remember Aunty Mo for so many stupid things! Forming crocodile lines behind unsuspecting people in the square, putting out her old telephone on the garden wall and telling passers by they had a call. I remember annoying her while she was washing up and I put all the clean plates back with the dirty ones. (The only time I saw her cross. ) I also remember her kindness and how she took me in when I moved back Up North. Trying to finish the Sunday crossword before Uncle John told us the answers. So many happy memories. A wonderful, generous person and a fun aunty. Damian