I wanted to add this in the funeral service but I will put it here.   

My funniest memories of my Nan was being down in Busselton on holidays with them. 
My Pop, Dad and Uncle Steve were fishing with my Brother Tony.  My mum and my Sister Tanya were sitting at the kitchen table. 
Nan was making Yorkshire puddings and roast  (in case they "boys" didnt catch our Dinner.   Nan got the hiccups, which turned into loud burps....  but even funnier,  she burped, sneezed and farted at the same time.   (It was loud)  I looked at mum we were shocked,  Nan just said Oopsy and carried on like it didn't happen.
But the smell ,  my goodness the smell.  We all ended up on the back lawn for fresh air,  crying with laughter. 
The boys all came back from fishing and asked what was so funny.  She had begged us not to tell them. 
But to tease her over the stay every so often Mum or my sister or I would say "Oopsy"  and all start laughing again.

She was a funny lady, and told a great story,  but I bet she never ever told anyone that story!

Miss you Nan  

xx
Nikki