While growing up as a kid in the UK Janette and Rufus were like our grandparents.  My Mum and Dad would take us down to London and we would all cram into their tiny house in Hampstead Heath and do lots of adventures.  I remember walking through the Heath watching birds and I remember Janette's great cooking, spoiling us with biscuits or going into town and watching a show. They always seemed to be there for us and were always so warm and caring, traits that Janette had with her to the last.