It seems only yesterday I was living in Russell Square.  So close to my nearest and dearest, so far away from the warm soothing sun.

I remember living with Dave and sharing every moment with him. Talking to Sharon a million times a day and calling my dad to see if he’s feeling better then in the morning.

Weekends in Wood Green with Susan. Sundays in Chapel market eating salami baguettes. Wednesday -cinema night. (Arguments we had, that made no difference, because we loved each other). And long evenings down the pub getting drunk with the guys from work. My boss driving me crazy, and my sister and brother running me ragged.

Looking on it now, I miss every minute.