Didi I first remembered Didi when I think she was two years old, and I was four. She was chasing me when we were on holiday with our parents at Herne Bay. I fell over and had a cut that needed stitches in the local hospital. It’s the sort of thing you always remember a cousin for. Later on the two of us found a gap in the cliff top fence and thought it was great fun to be the other side of the adults. Her independent spirit was already showing through. Much later when we were in our teens in the 60`s we shared the explosion in pop music. She had a lot of favourites but the one I always remember was Bobby Vee and his record “ Rubber Ball”. Luckily there is a radio show now that plays 60`s records throughout the day and Bobby Vee`s songs get played frequently which brings back memories of those happy days with Didi. When she was 17 and still at school she applied to Sainsbury’s for a holiday job in a local store. I was training at the Head Office at the time and two of us had been given the job of conducting all the student interviews. I thought it best to get my colleague to do Didi`s interview and needless to say it was a foregone conclusion. During those teenage years we shared an interest in politics and were both members of left wing parties . In 1964 we went to the Albert Hall to a Labour Party rally. We had written to each other to fix a time and a meeting place but our letters crossed in the post, and we both thought the other wasn’t going, but both decided to go on our own anyway. We bumped into each other in the street outside. On my Wedding day as I was waiting for my bride at the alter, Didi stood behind me and whispered that my choice of reading by St Paul was very macho but that she would forgive me on this occasion. Anyone meeting Didi for the first time was struck and impressed by her internationalism so that which ever part of the world someone came from, they were immediately put at ease by her friendliness and of course her exuberance. She was regarded by our children as the exciting aunt who was in films and who mixed with the stars in places like Cannes . We were so pleased when Laura, our youngest daughter wanted Didi as her Godmother. Didi was delighted and avidly followed Laura’s interest in cooking which she constantly encouraged. Didi`s love of France and her fluency in French was infectious and an inspiration to our children who enjoyed those interests too. Her influence spread to the decoration of our spare bedroom where the walls were painted in “Tunisian “ colours and had Arabic designs, some of which Didi provided. It had shutters and was known as Didi’s room and remains the same to this day. She entertained us in Dolphin Square a couple of times and it was clear that she loved it there. She found great delight in guiding us to hidden away antique shops, and got excited by pointing out exotic items, the details of which she had learnt on her world travels. She will be missed very much by Michael, Liza, Melissa, Caroline, and Laura.