My lovely uncle. I was talking fondly about you today to my husband while watching a programme about the Poor Laws and Edwin Chadwick. I remember a conversation with you when I'd started my GCSEs about the corn laws and the poor laws and no idea at the time that you were an eminent social historian. You were just my lovely uncle who showed interest in my naive and nascent education in a field which I only realised after your death you knew so much about. I wish I still had the chance to talk to you about these things, your Charles Booth work and so on. And I miss your humour. And your sticks of chewing gum if I sat still and was quiet for 5 minutes