I would like to say a few words about Richard, my brother, my younger brother. We grew up quite closely, with only 3 ½ years between us he was a bit of a shock to my mother but a great comfort to dad as Richard out of four sons was to be the only one who did anything in the way of sport, which my father loved. I’m afraid that it wasn’t cricket but Scrambling known now as Motorcross. I don’t really know if he actually won any races but he certainly loved the muck and noise of the event. I remember this huge crate being offloaded from a lorry. Inside was a Bugatti motorbike in bits and pieces. I was amazed when he put this thing together and got it working as my brother George was the only one up to then who worked with engines. Richard could quite often surprise people with his abilities in many fields. He played the piano accordion when he was quite young and was very good at it. He never read music, but played by ear. He often said that if he had used his hands he could have been a lot better. He applied himself to things in a much more determined way than I could and went on to become a qualified electrician and then onto Sales with the local electricity board whilst I went from job to job until I emigrated to Australia in 1966. When I returned in 1969 Richard was engaged to Angela who was to be his first wife. I was best man at his wedding in September 1970. He reciprocated two years later by being my best man in November when I married Sally. As you know he spent most of his working life in the Middle East, married Jean and had Daniel, Charlotte and Chris. His family were everything to him. During this time I was having my own family and starting up my own business so we did not see so much of him as we would have liked. But whenever he could attend family gatherings he did. He was still the same old Richard. All of you who knew Richard will have your own memories of his odd sense of humour and profound if not blasphemous views on any number of topics, but always tempered with a joke. I know that he would not like his funeral to be morbid but a celebration of his life that was cut short by an infection which struck just as were breathing sighs of relief that his second transplant had been successful and that he would soon be home. He would have been amazed at the number of friends and family that have turned up today to say goodbye and to comfort Jean and his children. His outlook was always to look on the bright side of life.