Jean was always the life and soul of the party and naturally guaranteed that any gathering anywhere would be great fun if she was just there. When I was 18 years old (Jean was 51) I was at a loose end one Saturday night and somehow I got wind that Jean was too. Ray was at sea and the boys were at a Festival somewhere. So I phoned her up and asked if she wanted to go out on a date and party, and boy we sure did. I picked her up in my old orange VW beetle and we hit a few pubs, then some bars in Windsor and from memory ended up dancing the night away in Pantiles! Jean will always be in my heart, and her singing ringing in my ears ... a great woman, dearly missed but such fun fun fun memories. If you could pick a second mum you’d be bot to pick Jean. XXX