The 1st time I met 'P' my Dad chucked us out of the car at the traffic lights in the middle of town to go shopping. Naturally, I was bricking it to meet the new woman in my Dads life but warming to P was something that came so naturally. Within an hour she'd bought me half a new wardrobe and convinced me that £I fake nails from Primark would stay on for 2 weeks (they lasted less than a day) and then in true P style, dragged me into the nearest Wetherspoons for a pint of Fosters. I was 12 years old and that's when I knew she was a good un Since then I've shared so many memories with Paula. From nights out and introducing me to the delicacy of cheesy chips and gravy with coleslaw, to lazy days on the sofa- that woman rocked a pair of PJ's. Throughout the last 10 years, I've always found comfort in knowing that Paula was looking after Dad, cos behind the macho, hardman persona, he's a big softie on the inside. P and I would joke that she was my wicked stepmother and whilst she was far from wicked, she was one of the biggest role models in my life - with her faultless personality guiding me through my teenage years, wishing me luck for every exam I sat and making sure the cupboards were full whenever I visited. P and I had an ongoing joke about wind turbines and whenever we saw one We'd send each other a picture of it....God knows why but it was something that stuck. Whilst life without Paula will never be the same for anyone who had the privilege of knowing her, I know that she is somewhere standing tall like one of those turbines, watching over each and every one of us- just like the pictures we used to send. All my love P Ems xxx