When I think of Archchie, the first things that come into my mind are, cross-stitching, brioche buns and her asking me to pass on her spectacles so that she could read her latest Jodi Picoult novel in her favourite chair. Although just these few memories do not define the amazing person Archchie was, they highlight what she meant to me and the influence she had on my life. Whenever she went on her frequent trips to Hobbycraft, she would buy me a small cross-stitch kit without fail and we would sit and do them together with Peter Kuruvita or Rick Stein playing in the background. Her thoughtfulness extended to everyone who knew her and her sense of humour and radiant smile never failed to light up a room. Although I can never thank Archchie for everything she did within her life time, I can continue to think of her with a smile on my face. I will always love you. Tara xxx