Where hast thou been since I saw thee, dear Mike? So many fond memories come to mind… The bond between our families, which goes a long way back. Indeed, you had become a “distant relative” of ours, as it were! I still remember how you came and “rescued” me back in 1976 (I was still a teenager back then), after my guest family had suggested for me to be put up by neighbours of theirs so that they could go on holiday. You were downright indignant and wouldn’t hear of such a scheme! My stays in the High Ash Avenue, alone first, later on with Hilde and the children or with my mom – where we were always welcomed, wined and dined like royalty. My jogging sessions there, heading for Uccles reservoir, and your invitation to use your own private bathroom afterwards, welcoming me back after my sporting session and taking care of me as if I were a veteran back from Vietnam! Your own visits to Belgium with Joy. My mom got up earlier and earlier as the week went on in a desperate attempt to see to it that breakfast was ready by the time her guests were up. She desperately failed, as you were always there first, dressed and shaven! Our last visit to Yorkshire and our plan to book at a hotel and drop by during our holiday to pay you a visit… till you heard of our project and insisted on our choosing your home instead, “the best B & B in Yorkshire” (I can concur!). A thousand thanks for all that! We shall miss you, Mike. Patrick (Miche’s brother)