Mrs I was a wonderful lady, I have fond memories of hanging out in the kitchen, being pointed to certain thigs to mix together ‘Get x from that fridge, and y from that cupboard. Here, use this bowl and there’s an ashtray over there’. I still remember how to make blue cheese dip, although it is easier without a cigarette in your mouth.  

I always enjoyed weekends at the I’s, seeing what cross stitch Mrs I was working on, roast dinners for 15, passing the port over your left arm, toasting the queen and all who may sail in her, cigarette breaks between courses, take out the dirty plates on your way. 

I went through a stage where I didn’t like roast pork, Mrs I gave me cheese, oh and rice with a roast, I still love rice and gravy! 

Mrs I, you will be missed but not forgotten ♡