It’s seven years ago today since Sue died, so it’s perhaps understandable that I find August a sombre month. I love this picture of her: it was taken by one of my boys in April 2002, when we (and she) knew she was dying. Her hair had grown back after chemotherapy in a beautiful wiry thatch of which she was (rightly) very proud. It’s a great picture because it shows both her tenderness and her strength. It reminds me of how lucky I was to be loved by her; and of how much I miss her, still.