...and Jacqui, Phil's sister
Jayne reminded me of a bird - always chirping, cheerful and flitting about being busy. She never wasted a single minute of her life.
She made us laugh a lot and we have such fond memories of her and Phil's visits to us here in Florida. On their first trip over, we'd hear her chatting away nineteen-to-the-dozen in the bedroom or bathroom, even though there was no one else there.......except the cat. Several times we bumped into Jayne crawling along the hallway on her hands and knees cooing "Hello darling" and "Come here gorgeous" - but much to Phil's disappointment, it was her new feline friend she was after.
On their second visit, in April/May last year, we had a lovely day on the beach with a picnic watching the Fort Lauderdale air show. As we sat and watched the fighter jets screaming overhead, Jayne pottered off to find a loo. She was gone half an hour and came back with a new red lipstick, having found the cosmetics counter at the local pharmacy. I was sticky with sand, sweat and suncream - but there was Jayne in her deckchair looking a picture of serene loveliness, modelling her glossy new lipstick.
The shoe-shopping episode Richard mentioned above was classic Jayne. She'd barely been in the shop 20 seconds before she'd spotted these red espadrilles, tried them on and rushed them to the check-out brandishing her dollars. And all that while nibbling through a bag of chocolate and caramel-covered popcorn she'd bought a few minutes earlier.
Jayne's work ethic and passion for her profession was really something. I never knew a thing about speech therapy and voice issues, but she had this ability to make it interesting and translate a specialist subject in such a way that we could all share her enthusiasm. I remember her telling us how, while running a training session for BBC radio presenters, she used characters from Little Britain to illustrate the various uses of the voice. I pictured all these stuffy BBC types sitting in a row while Jayne merrily held forth with imitations of Vicky Pollard, Lou & Andy and the "two ladies" to make her point.
We will miss Jayne a lot. But with memories like these, who can fail to remember her with a smile?
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Jacqui mentions Jayne's talent for mimicry, and I've always thought she'd have had a great career as an impressionist.
One of my most abiding memories of her is the day after she had her surgery - so radical that the doctors didn't expect to survive.
I visited her in intensive care, where she was hooked up to dozens of lines and a phalanx of machines.
The vast majority of people in her situation would have been unconscious. But not Jayne.
She was sitting up in bed doing a perfect impersonation of Catherine Tate's Foul-Mouthed Granny in Hospital.
This may not be the perfect phrase to use, but she had the staff and myself in stitches.
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