I know i had not seen you in years but if i ever thought of you or described you it would of been like i saw you five minutes ago…black hair, slim always smelt like insense sticks, bean bags in your living room , the little star tattoos near your eye..always wore black, i still remember the rainbow tumblers i used to drink from there, i remember being a young and it was mine and aishers birthday and i remember chanting in the garden with you…i love that you lived in camden, a proper hippy, you even used to say far out! You will be missed Nanny Ann, sorry i didn’t visit more. RIP. X