It was me who gave you your first sip of Gin. After filling up my Mum’s Gordons gin bottle with water! Oh what fun we had growing up. You went to Boarding School, i was a home body. The pages of letters we use to write to each other, meeting up in the School Holidays, even when we never lived near each other. You were my brilliant lovely friend who I looked up to. The world is a sad place with you not in it. RIP my lovely Barbara x