Just remembering my good friend of over 35 years. Through ups and downs, laughter and tears, loves and losses, weddings and funerals, our proudest moments when our babies were born the same year. Julie came to see me off on my travels in 1982 and it was Julie's house I left from when I finally emigrated to Australia in 2009. Last time I was home and missed my flight, Julie drove out to Heathrow to save me from hanging round the terminal alone all day. Julie, I will miss our two hour phone conversations, our shared appreciation of the absurd and your endless sense of fun, there should have been many more years. RIP my friend. xx