I have many memories of Martin, but one in particular that we laughed at many years later. Every Saturday mum and dad would go out and leave Martin and Mick to 'look after' me. Much to their annoyance. When I asked for supper, which was cerial. I was told to eat it in the pantry, the excuse being that they made too much noise when I crunched! So I would reluctantly take myself into the pantry and eat my cereal. Surprise, surprise, when I came out it was my bedtime??? Only years later did Martin admit that they had put the clock forward whilst I was in the pantry!!!!!!