Things I hope you know, Andy. That I'm thankful for: - You knowing I would faint as soon as I saw my thumb bleeding that time I cut it open - The fact that you caught me when I *did* faint - Your patience and kindness with my teenage angst - That you stayed in touch, responded to my pointless tweets and (unbeknownst to you) made me feel like I could teach at my old school - You teaching me so much of what lay a foundation for my understanding of the world and my future career - Your humour and humility in the classroom that showed me the kind of teacher I wanted to be - You teaching me to appreciate the fantastic and fascinating in the seemingly mundane (even limpets and seaweed on a cold Scottish beach) That I'm sorry that: - I didn't listen when you TOLD me I would faint if I looked at my bleeding thumb... then I did faint on you - I missed so many lessons in Sixth Form...now I appreciate why you were so frustrated with me! - That you had to put up with me calling you 'Sir' everytime I saw you, even 15 years after you were last my teacher and even when you asked I call you 'Andy' (I'm doing my best now...) - That I spent most of the week on the Isle of Arran repeating the name 'Pelvetia Canaliculata' because I found it so funny Although I am glad that all these things are now fond memories, I really hope you knew how much I appreciated them at the time and since. Love to all your family <3 You will be so missed. Claire