My brother Nick,the youngest of my three brothers,arrived feet first ten minutes after his twin Jim, at the British Military Hospital, Singapore. My brother David and I (then 5 and 8 years respectively)first saw them in one wicker basket together. David and I agreed then that Nick would be 'his' baby and Jim would be 'mine' and although there was always the twin bond between Jim and Nick, David and Nick always had a special relationship. They shared the same sense of zany humour, good at impersonations, funny voices and sparking off each other as a double act . When in their company it was impossible not to laugh. Who could forget Nick's Bingo Carruthers and Mr. Toe. Certainly not his friend Joyce! All three of my brothers can recount stories of crazy exploits as boys and as young men. Being older, and a girl, I don't share all their memories but love to hear them. I'm still discovering things I didn't know and some, recently recalled, have raised our mother's eyebrows! I was proud to be their sister. I can remember trying to push the twins in a double width pushchair up Douglas Avenue with them kneeling side by side facing ahead. They had their own language that was meaningless to all but each other. Being absolutely identical to everyone except the immediate family (and even we couldn't tell them apart from behind) they attracted a lot of attention. Getting to the beach was a nightmare. The pushchair would be piled high with everything required for such an expedition.For our mother and four children getting to the beach from Kings' Avenue was like a trek. Coming home was worse - a marathon. On the beach was something else. Now the twins were mobile they could run in opposite directions - and they did - frequently. No wonder our mother was so slim! She would run in one direction and I in the other. When little boys they were a constant source of entertainment to neighbours. One would watch them from her window constructing long linked strings of cardboard boxes on wheels which they would pull along behind a tricycle - often with one of them in a box at the rear. Invariably the convoy would collapse and the boys would start all over again. When Jim and Nick became choristers at Canterbury Cathedral, attending the Choir School, I was in my last years at school in Canterbury and travelled with them on the bus. Nick was popular with the girls on the bus because he was generous with his sweets until he declared he was fed up sharing them as he had none left for himself. At home one of the three bedrooms was almost entirely occupied by a train set which David had set up on a huge piece of hardboard. All the boys spent hours in that room and I had to sleep downstairs! As they grew older and went away to boarding school in Shoreham Grammar School and later to Kings School Rochester I saw less of them. I had my own friends and then when Nick and Jim were 14 years old I married Trevor (Nick and Jim were ushers at the wedding) and set up home with him. I think there was some relief to have more space for 3 growing young men. Jim and Nick enjoyed sailing, spending hours at Whitstable Yacht Club and on the sea with their own made boat. Many holidays were spent with our parents on boats on the Norfolk Broads. Nick was the last of us four children to get married and I was matron of honour to Nikki with my daughter Jemma and David's daughter Melody as bridesmaids. We brothers and sister then saw more of each other as adults with children and Nick was a loving and much loved uncle and latterly great uncle as well as father and grandfather. When our younger daughter Jane was married on a very hot day in July 2002 it was Nick who proudly drove her (grinning from ear to ear) to the ceremony in his beautiful Rover car which he had polished and decked with white ribbons. It was such a happy day. In recent years Nick has accompanied me to Civic functions in my capacity as a councillor. The last memorable occasion was the granting of the Freedom of the City to the Argyle and Southern Highlanders and their homecoming from Afghanistan. We watched the Parade through Canterbury and Nick stood beside me in the Cathedral to participate in the moving service. I am so glad he was with me. My dearest Nick, my littlest brother, you will never leave me because you are forever in my heart. Make sure you keep a place for us where you are. We are coming and there will be big hugs all round - not just yet though!