The family is the focal point of our existence. And up until Jane and Lucy's death, there were always 16 of us together for Christmas.

We used to indulge hopelessly as a family at Christmas. When the children were little, I dressed up as Father Christmas. They knew it was a gag, but they loved it. I remember stealing into their bedrooms at 1 A.M. and filling the stockings up at the end of the bed.

My family were liberal with a small 'l' but passionately doers. I wanted to be a doer.

We need Pau to be our focal point. Everyone knows that.

Yes, he was my son but his existence was immaterial to us and now his death too has made no difference.

Irreverence is an essential part of our culture.