Dear Ange, I can't quite believe it's time to say goodbye; I know that you won't want a fuss, but on this one occasion, please forgive me. You were, and will continue to be, a true inspiration. Beautifully balanced, divinely dynamic: Always composed, yet fiercely passionate Highly intelligent, yet you never made me feel foolish Effortlessly elegant, until Abba came on and you danced and sung with pure abandonment You always had time for us (even when I'm sure you didn't) and you would listen patiently, gathering all the facts and feelings and when you said "I think...", we all shut up and listened (must be the teacher in you!). My favourite memories are of you throwing your head back with laughter, playing party games with a glint in your eye and dogged determination, coming down to breakfast in Marrakech in that beautiful turquoise and gold dress and numerous NCT get togethers with laughs, tears and rants (you never ranted, but you let us take the lion's share). Probably my most favourite moment was under the canvas at Le Bled in Marrakech debating boob sizes - we laughed until we cried. You have taught me to pause before I moan, live life to the full and never, ever buy anything for the kitchen that can't go in the dishwasher! One thing's for sure - there's going to be tears and pandemonium next time we have to split the bill at the end of a night out. My darling friend, I can't think of a better person to prep the party for when we meet again - your radiant, inviting smile, a sumptuous feast, beautifully laid out, cocktails at the ready and Abba on repeat. Fly true and strong, as always, our super trouper, dancing queen. All my love and gratitude, Fi xxx