The danger downstairs

Jamie Styles, 28, London

I squealed as my grandad threw me up into the air, twirling me around.

At just 6, I adored Anthony Rooks, then 54.

Was never happier than when he’d put his favourite Caribbean music on and we’d have a boogie.

The flat he shared with my nanny Shirley was like my second home.

Whenever I stayed over, we always had the most fun.

Saturdays were for dancing and on Sunday we’d traipse around the local market, picking flowers for Nanny.

Then he’d tell me how they fell in love.

‘It was Easter Sunday and we were in a