When my father, Theo decided finally to retire to our seaside house at Middleton on Sea, I chose a flat in Culmington Road, which was less than five minutes by car to their house in Rathgar.

At first it seemed strange to live on my own, but Roy and Ursula were so near that when I was there it felt like my second home as she welcomed me to visit whenever I wanted to.

I used to watch her making chapatis and other indian food and admire her skill at not only managing a house, two boys, but also having students who she kept in touch with even after they had left.

I remember one day turning up unannounced and I was (the reason I cannot remember) very upset.  Ursula went into the kitchen whilst I was in their lounge and came in and gave me a frozen chicken!  It was very thoughtful of her and I still have the image of my standing there accepting it.  I was not sure at that stage how to defrost it but I knew that I would find out later.  In those days there was no internet to google an immediate answer, and I probably rang my mother, Doris for her advice, and like Ursula they were both very good cooks.

I also remember going to what was Aunty Queen's house in Greenford, when they first arrived from India.

She was studying for a degree at the Open University, but it was not just one degree, but a double degree!  Ursula did not do anything by halves.

When they decided to move to Streatham to a bungalow, which I think may have been the only bungalow in Streatham I was upset but understood that she wanted to be near Mark, Rabinder and family.

In spite of the fact that when Denis drove me over there we always got lost we did arrive and it was lovely to share a meal with her, and I remember Roy's 90th party, the group photo which I have just looked at refreshing my memory and seeing those who are no longer with us.

Ursula was selfless, generous and an amazing lady.  She was very good at gardening and growing herbs, and she liked to feed the birds.  She enjoyed reading the newspaper which John and Mark had delivered every morning for her.

She even had Sky T.V. so that her grandchildren could watch their programmes, and later on there was a pile of toys for Otto to play with when Aaron and Helen came to visit. She said to us with pride that Mark was very good at looking after him.

The memories of Rathgar, the bungalow and the family parties in the garden will also remain with me and I remember the dining room table full of all kinds of tempting food which we helped ourselves to and sat in the garden to share with other members of the family.  They will last with me forever.