On a driving holiday to Sydney when I was about 9, I became very ill. I spent 3 days in bed with Hugh bringing me maltesers to cheer me up. Ruth found a book for me to read - it was called The Third eye I think and it was about a Tibetan monk. When I got up on the 3rd day, Ruth said because I looked so much better, I could help pick daffodils. I felt very grown up and important and it was so beautiful in thayt huge garden that stretched forever picking daffodils with my beautiful aunty Ruth.