Tash at the Croft's, probably 2006
Every Christmas Tash would move heaven and earth, well me, to get out to Swindon for Mr and Mrs Corft's boxing day lunch. All the boys would be there and to be honest with you, I think she enjoyed the (restrained, because they have all been brought up as proper polite gentlemen) extra male attention, as you might see from some of her expressions.

Equally she was probably very, very, drunk.

Pete has been wonderful in recent weeks, behaving, if he doesn't mind me writing this, like the brother he was to her. I could not have moved out the flat without his help and support and I am pleased to say that Mrs Croft has become chief distribution officer for those parts of the Tash Archive that do not get sold or have not already found a home in your wardrobes.

Out of all the pictures that I have put up here in recent weeks, I have found these to be the most upsetting, even though I often found it a stressful visit (being cajoled into playing an electrocuting game the moment I walked through the door one year has scared me for life), this was an occasion that Tash always loved and to think that she will not be there this year is very hard to deal with.

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