When Tom was little he became obsessed with collecting snails which he called Harolds, on a sunny day in Aunty Tracy’s garden Tom set up the great snail race where his dinosaurs were spectators, the race was going well until “Granny snail crusher” came along oblivious to the race and innocently walked across the the stepping stones ..... crunch!! It became the day of the great crushing, we all at first looked on in horror awaiting Tom’s reaction .... he recovered well, collected more snails and the races continued. We have laughed many times with beautiful Joycey and our family over the years about this tale. So many happy and funny memories still to share, we were so lucky to have Joyce as our mum and Grandma, kindest, loving, most caring and one of the bravest ladies ever ❤️