I clearly remember from my childhood, the "flying visits" that Margaret made to see myself (Little Eric so as to not confuse with her brother of the same name) and my mum Gladys when she was back in the UK on leave from her times either in the Forces or later, when she was working in Dubai. Her mother (my great aunt Hilda) usually came with her and the stories that were told often had everyone in stitches.

These were such happy occasions which were over all too quickly but never forgotten.