Joyce was a lovely lady. I loved talking to her and hearing her stories. She had a great sense of humour. Later in life Joyce had a mortorised scooter and loved going up to the shops on it. Her cat, Sonny, was devoted to her and would follow her on her scooter. One day Joyce crossed the road and wondered why the cars who had waited for her did not move - when she looked back they were waiting for Sonny, who was crossing the road behind Joyce!