I first heard about Pam when Andy rang me all excited, he had seen a lovely blonde walking past his house, putting the cat out when she came home from work. He couldn’t believe his luck. Within weeks the rest is history.

I called her a saint, because I was one too. Married to badminton fanatic husbands. She never complained about the amount of time Any spent coaching, planning and shop talk to anyone who would listen.

When the boys came along she got involved and was immensely proud of their achievements. Roger and I would spend weekends with them, talking shop of course. She took such joy being part of the badminton scene. She would often say to me ”my dad would be so proud of the boys”.

We had long chats about life, she was so easy to talk too, very sensitive, kind and gentle. Above all she was a saint.

When Emma come into their life she was overjoyed to have another female around. She soon became very fond of Emma, enjoying girl talk.

Pam will be very missed by me.