I shall never the forget the way we would laugh about situations, people and all things silly. Dad never lost his boyish sense of humour and only as recently as Christmas (admittedly after a good meal and a few glasses of good stuff) we were listening and laughing at schoolboy jokes read out by my youngest son Ross. We had tears running down our cheeks and our bellies hurt, we simply couldn't stop laughing and it was infectious. That will always be one of my happiest memories of Dad - he could be such good fun :-)