I’m going to talk about what it was like growing up with Juliet as a big sister. I’m told Juiet spent a great deal of effort looking after me when I was a baby. She certainly wasted no opportunity to tell my friends what it was like changing my nappies. My first real memory however is of her powers of persuasion - On my first day at school, I suffered a near death experience when presented with some horrifically over-cooked vegetables. Juliet held the accolade of being the first person ever to get me to eat green vegetable (in this case peas) following this incident and never let my parents forget it. Nor me for that matter, she reminded me only 6 weeks ago. What she never let on to my parents was that there was ice cream in the freezer and that was what got me to overcome the aversion. My next memory is of unconventional and original ways of cooking up fun things to do, for example, who would have thought you could fry a crisp packet so it shrivelled into a mini version of itself and wear it as a badge? I absolutely loved the idea and tried to recreate it when the badge eventually broke. Needless to say my mum was furious when I ruined one of her best frying pans - I still wonder what it was I did wrong to ruin it forever! As I grew up I came to realise that she was not jet a terrific talker, but also a great listener and loved asking questions that helped her understand motivations not just actions. She was also kind & generous both materially (regardless of her financial situation) and in heart and time. Family was very important to Juliet, she became the hub of our branch after our mother died, never forgetting to send a birthday message or flowers on behalf of Ben, Bernard and I. Friends we're equally important and I know she cherished every contact with everyone, whether it was a visit, phone call or Facebook message. Facebook has been especially important to her over the last few years. With mobility becoming increasingly difficult and her memory failing or being interrupted, it was something she could always go back to and check the context of her messages; somewhere she could express herself normally yet be original and individual. I know she made many new friends and she drew an enormous amount of support through MS support groups on Facebook; it allowed her to share issues and draw strength from knowing she wasn't the only one experiencing certain symptoms. I suspect that had we had a webcam and broadcast this service online, many more people would joined us from all over the world as travelling ere has proven more difficult for some than us. Juliet had a good-natured acceptance of her condition, despite the frustrations it brought. She would often joke of her arms and legs taking on a Dr Stangelove-esque manner of their own at times, but never complained. For all these things and others too, I’ll miss my big sister greatly. I know you all will too.