I will always remember the time when we were at my mums friends Ediths house and her husband Tony had planted marigolds in the garden. As my sister was in a wheelchair, she didn't have her brakes on so she wheeled over to the marigolds, grabbed handfuls of the and started chomping away at them. Edith, Tony, my mum, my dad and I all found it very funny indeed. That was a good memory.