With Spring beginning to arrive I am not sure why a Christmas story keeps springing to mind but it still makes me smile. Sometimes I am not sure how you survived your childhood Stu, cause I did some daft things and this was one of them. You were 4, we lived in Highgate and went to Brent Cross on the bus to buy a Christmas tree, we shopped all day, you were a patient child and just seemed to enjoy it, then in my wisdom I purchased a 6ft real tree and took it home on the bus. When we got off the bus I couldn't work out how to keep hold of your hand and carry the tree, so, I had you carry the top of the tree and told you, you were the star on top and had to hold on tight and I walked 6ft behind you carrying the bottom end of the tree. You were so proud to be the star and walked all the way home from the bus stop without moaning! A long walk for a 4 year old. Clearly not a very bright mother at times but we had fun and I loved you dearly, and always will. Maybe when Christmas comes around you will be the star on my Christmas tree again. X