To my little brother - to me you are always the boy who ate daffodils and occasionally bees, bandaged & kissed knees which weren't hurt, put beads up his nose, slept in a tent in grandad's back garden to watch shooting stars, thought the sound of a train was 'ging!', dressed like a cowboy and cried over other people's cuts and bruises. You played greengrocers when other boys played spacemen - you were Marjorie and I was Margaret. The house was always filled with chemistry and electronic sets, binoculars, telescopes and magnifying glasses. You spent a summer trying to make ants run through a maze you'd made. A mind so full of stuff and doodads and amazing facts and daft schemes....I remember these things about you...You are and will always be well loved. X