Ten years ago - almost to the day - I had a party. It was a dismal affair, yet ridiculously amusing purely because it failed so utterly badly (really sorry to put you through that Dené, but thanks for making the effort - I’ll upload a photo). Unsurprisingly, as you got older you found better things to do than hanging out with your Mum and Dad’s mates so the memories I have are not of a teenager, a woman nor a mother but of a child little older than my eldest daughter now. The same daughter I remember you holding when she was only a few weeks old. Which reminds me - and this one’s for your Mum really and I hope will bring a smile on her face- two words; hairy and ears. Goodbye Né. RIP. s. x