Missing You Still……. As I sit here filling up with tears I’m reminded of better times. This time last year we were all sitting down to some home made sushi you’d brought in for your birthday. Very tasty! I'd brought in some homemade brownies and even Jeremy had gone to some effort (well he’d bought 2 cakes and had taken them out of the wrapping). Good Times! Every time I eat sushi I’m reminded how inferior it is in comparison to the delights we eat that day. On one hand that all seams like ages ago, on the other only yesterday. I miss lunch times sitting in the rest room at Douglas Mill and listening to you and Jeremy falling out over politics, the east/west divide, women’s rights and the relative acting merits of Jackie Chan (although I’m using the term “Actor” very loosely). I bet that would be much to your annoyance, and I’m sure your saying “Very funny David” as I type. You left such a mark on us down here, our little “Buttercup”, and I never thought I’d say this but I do miss the good old days at Douglas Mill…. “Not the real David”