You Dan, Ben and Carl came to stay for a week as mum and dad remarried and were going off on their honeymoon. You slept in our front room of the flat on campbeds. Each night I asked you all to put your washing in a pile by the door so it could be put on the washing machine. Ben and Carl did as they were asked but you Dan decided to go one better you stuffed all your socks down the back of the sofa and the other washing you hid under the cushions. I found dirty docks for day after you went home. RIP Dan fly high with the angels xxxxxx