Dad, my earliest memories of you are dancing to the top 40 every Sunday evening. Your crazy chracters you created when we were kids to make us laugh: stinger and clammy were the favourites. You are to blame for my fierce competitiveness and relentless training to do well in sport. I see you in myself when I encourage my own kids to train harder and keep going. You always believed in me. I remember running miles in the blistering heat in Malta and hills around Heckmondwike in the hail.

Your determination and sense of humour were with you to the end.

Much love Shelley