Even in dads last days he took great delight in us telling him the memory of him catching the famous ferrit in queens park. He caught it to take home and feed and kept it in the shed at the bottom of the garden. He fed it Goody (milk and bread) and nursed it back to health. He entertained us all with the ferrit often seen up the sleeve of dads wax coat or in his pocket. He loved telling the story and would say "The ferrit was fast but I was faster" Dad laughed so much.