Thoughts and Treasured memories Barry, I'll always remember the days you returned home from school, eagerly waiting for dad to get home from work. You went with him into the garden, weeding, sowing and watering. Whatever the weather you were together in your wellies. Saturday's were different. Mum would shout upstairs many times, but you loved your bed. Until she said " I've called you enough, dad's gone to get the lorry" You"d jump out of bed and get dressed quicker than a fireman on call. Go straight to the kitchen, put milk and sugar in the teapot and drink it from the spout. You never kept him waiting. In more recent times, who would of thought we could master technology 'not us', but we did. Long distance video calls via WhatsApp, when toured my garden, giving me advice on all things green. It was lovely to see you and chat on several occasions. Love always rest in peace. Al