Summary: in our lovely garden at home, we have a magnolia tree. It's majestic and protected. My father rests underneath the magnolia tree, but he's on my shoulder every day. When I'd be under the pump, he'd ring up and say, "Don't let the bastards get you down." I miss you, Dad. To my lovely mother, Betty—an amazing lady, recently awarded 50 years of voluntary service in the Horowhenua, happy always to be in the back row, and always puts others first—my success, Mum, is your success. 