My main memory is when aunty Joan visited us on a day as a 15yo I was going to the cinema with a boy from school. When I said I was getting a bus, she said she would give me a lift instead. The boy’s face was a picture as I climbed out of a beautiful, sporty jag, driven by Joan in a black cape and hat (naturally). He believed she was my mum, I must have forgotten to correct that and I got lots of street cred because of the car! Also remember the huge dark chocolate Easter egg and smaller yummy caramel ones! Good bye aunty Joan xxx