Well Margaret, where to start? It’s such a great loss that you are not with us anymore I’ve found it hard to explain why. When I first met you I was just starting my teaching career and was amazed at how the children in your class seemed to run around without a care in the world, seemingly oblivious to any instructions given to them. I soon learned that this was all part of your plan to grow healthy, happy but most of all confident children. To this day when asked who their favourite teacher in the school was, more of the kids choose Mrs Jammie Dodgers than anyone else. They simply think you were the most fun and loving and in the days of league tables and points progress it is so important that there are still teachers out there like you. One of the most unorthodox yet valuable lessons you taught me was that all children should learn to cheat, sometimes! You weren’t just a teacher at Mountfields Lodge though, you were also a colleague to everyone who worked in the school. A colleague who lightened the mood of staff meetings by recognising that some aspects of the profession are not worth taking seriously, a colleague who brought the staff together out of school and raised morale and a colleague who provided everyone else with something to cheer us up when you were called into the head’s office for a telling off like a naughty schoolgirl! (Although I’m not so sure I would still complain if you told my daughter that eating meat was naughty, even though we discussed it many times.) Both of these aspects of your life are insignificant next to how good a friend you were. Margaret I feel I never got the chance to thank you for how supportive you have been to me since I met you. You always had kind words for me and helped me to see things from a different perspective when I was struggling to understand them. You made me feel proud to be me and I know that this was the impact you had on all those children as well. I am just so sad that you will never get the chance to have this impact on Annabelle and Poppy and all the other children who will have to grow up without knowing you. Adam said to me the other day, “you don’t get many Mrs Rogers’ in your life.” I fell honoured to have known the original. We love you Margaret.