Here are just a few of my many memories of Joyce.

Sense of humour and ability to see humour in even difficult situations.
My first meeting with Joyce was in the 1960s when we both obtained teaching positions at the same school.  At the first staff meeting we sat on opposite sides of a very large, high table.  So high was the table and so low the chairs, coupled with the fact that neither of us was very tall, we could only see each other under the table!  Joyce waved at me under the table and introduced herself.  I did the same. We were quickly brought to attention by a very tall, stern headteacher.

When I was house hunting in France, Joyce came with me.  On one occasion she developed an eye infection and couldn’t open one eye. I drove to the nearest pharmacy where Joyce announced that she was my one-eyed co-driver and needed immediate help.  She was laughing and joking although I knew she was in considerable pain.

Kindness and concern for others.
Ever kind and practical Joyce accompanied me to hospital appointments and was always a source of practical advice and a sympathetic listener.  I know many other friends who were grateful for her support.

Discussions and mutual interests.
I’ll miss the discussions we had on a wide range of topics and the interest we shared from literature, travel and world affairs to old porcelain and gardening and clothes.  Indeed Joyce introduced me to Bernat Klein material and Jaeger fashion.

Cars
Joyce enjoyed driving and her cars, particularly her yellow "Jag".  I recall one evening when we drove up to the Old Vic theatre to see the Shakespeare play Joyce was studying as part of her degree.  We had seats in the front row.  She was very tired as a result of combining her teaching work and degree studies.  Halfway through the performance Joyce fell asleep and started to slide out of her seat while I frantically tried to pull her back.  She didn't wake until one of the actors came front stage and banged on the floor with a large staff.  Joyce then  whispered to me that I'd have to drive home.  I spent the rest of the performance terrified I'd damage her prized car.  As luck had it the night air revived her and I heard her say the magic words, "I'm OK.  I'll drive back".  We laughed all the way home.

Social Occasions
Joyce was the perfect hostess.  She brought people together and the food she served was memorable.  I still use some of her recipes.