You have been in my thoughts as it has been twelve years since you left us and it still hurts, especially now it seems that everyone is getting cancer. Which is understandable after the last four years I suppose. I am still hoping to get our times down in a book provided that Lambeth council finally pulls its finger out. Even now you pop up with the answer, which flashed into my mind of you in the local paper pointing at the ceiling which the Paul Raymond organisation had failed to fix and all that entailed. The late nights drinking tea and the "woodbines deearh" the films, the shows the game shows we saw and did together.