An enduring image I will have of Janette is her love of, and competitive spirit for, Scrabble. As her granddaughter the memories go back to a time when I had no chance of effectively challenging her - and there was no way she was going to just let me win. ;-)

Over the years we became equals and it was a tradition I missed if on a visit to London we didn't find the time to fit in at least one game. The board and the tiles were decades old and well loved, somewhat faded and rounded at the edges with all the years of handling. Like Janette herself, they don't make them like that any more.