I remember staying at Traceys every week, this particular week Margaret was ill on the sofa. She had sent Chris out at 11.00am for some eggs. We appeared about 9.00pm and he had still not returned. Margaret had told us that at about 3pm she heard a knock on the ðoor and there were half a dozen eggs on the mat but no Chris. She said she was worried, about 10 mins later he appeared through the door having had one too many, "Where have you been, I've waited all day for you to come back. I opened the door at 3pm to find six eggs and no you. What happened" "Margaret you wont believe it, I do not remember bringing the eggs because something hit me on the head and I could not remember a thing, not where I lived, my name or anything. Then I suddenly came round at the pub and came home it all came back to me." Me and Tracey were crying with laughter, and even Margatet had a chuckle, even though she was fuming. Great times always.

Not goodbye Chris, just till we meet again.

Jodi. X