Thank you for the unconditional love and role modelling how to put on your big girl pants and fight for loved ones when needed, even when you’re not feeling strong yourself. I know you’ll always be with me so I’ll miss the fun most of all. I remember you renting me horror videos to cheer me up through migraines age 12, as a teenager the two of us studying the occult, you making dead fish talk or a tongue from the butchers to jumpscare me, how every trip out was a little adventure and usually involved a nice coffee shop, the shared literary jokes from Pratchett to Austen to Heyer (even feeding you Frederica’s ‘restorative pork jelly’ in the hospice), playing virtual dolls house together with the Fyttletons which I now realise was such a massive, massive privilege.