Today, I look at the gallery, (I am on my own, only Takara by my side) and I think I will pick up the phone to see how you are. To me at this moment it does not feel real that you are gone. Your smile and your antics will live on. I start to remember taking you and Stu to Kew Gardens, walking from Richmond where we lived and we spent many, many hours in the quiet and beautiful place that it is. Also we would go up the hill to Richmond Park to see the deer shading under the trees in the summer. Those are fabulous memories. You used to hate the sound of Concorde flying over from Heathrow, I didn't realise that it affected your ears. Good, happy times. We used to try and flee the sound of Surrey and make for the seaside with picnics, not realising that one day you would come to live in the area we visited. Such is fate as they say. Stuart is now putting me in the picture of what you lads used to get up to, naughty, naughty. I think I would have laughed or even tried it myself, you know what I was like. When the snow fell when we lived in Hailsham, I was the one that got the tray from the kitchen and slid down the path with Welly on my lap, what fun we all had. Good times and very fond memories. I remember one time when you and Stuart bought me a set of wade frogs showing different positions and the other one was crocodiles, these took pride of place in the lounge. (Whatever happened to those, I wonder). Thank you Austen for being my son. xxxxxxxx God Bless you.