Dear Marianne, You were in many ways my role model, effortlessly chic and glamorous with impeccable taste (as far as I was concerned!) and with an impressive artistic talent which you were always rather modest about. When I think about you my mind goes back to my first introduction to the Cole family one New Year’s Eve over 40 years ago – Nick had always spoken so glowingly about his eldest sister with two sons and husband Jeff, and I had in my mind someone rather more ‘Mumsy’ than this sophisticated figure before me. Over the weekend I managed to pass the ‘Jeff Test’ and we spent many family holidays together in Anglesey and various skiing locations – always a great laugh with many tales to recount afterwards. Your wicked sense of humour was never far from the surface and I remember much giggling when sister Rosie and I went to stay with you in Alicante, Evian bottle of water filled with white wine by the swimming pool! I also have particularly fond memories of our times spent in Majorca with you and Mike at the Hostel Dragonera, the little gem of a hotel which you in fact discovered and which we still enjoy, although it’s not quite the same without you. We always used to make a point of dressing for dinner where you, in your M&S numbers, always managed to look ten times better than me in my Parisian outfits! I can’t really believe that I won’t see you again and will not be able to tell you what a big part you played in my life with Nick. With the fondest of memories, sister in law Rosie.