Two years on, without Didi in our lives. Memories come back all the time. Yesterday there was a small sale of Persian carpets in our local market hall; thought of Didi's expertise in carpets and the types she loved. Last night, my husband's choir held it's annual bash with a French theme; we talked about Didi over Gallette de Roi and how she'd once flown back from Paris with a professional Pithiviers to compare with David's cooking of one. So many associations, never fogotten. x