We met at the French Lycee in South Kensington. We must have been about 4 years old. My earliest memory of you was sitting on the sofa of your house with the gallery (the gallery you later told me started off when you came home one day to find your father sawing a hole in the kitchen floor - I nearly fell off my chair, laughing!) We had just come back from school and both had earache (we were very prone to earache!) Your lovely mother was reading us a story to cheer us up. She asked us which ear hurt. Luckily they were opposite ears so she sat us on each side of her, with our 'good' ear closest to her as she read. Missing you every day. Tabby xxx