Dear Babs, I was privileged to get to know you a little bit, towards the end of your super-long innings. I remember the times when Karen and I, at the end of a hot, hard DIY day at Blandford House, would be drenched in sugar-soap, paste, wood-shavings, paint and more. We’d shower it all off, come downstairs clean, fresh and starving. We’d all share a hearty kebab, pizza, cider, wine and afterwards you’d sneak in a few chocolates; your personal rebellion against diabetes. You were always so keen to learn about things, people, the World, your friends. Your witty poem still makes me chuckle now. Thanks to your generosity (M&S voucher!) each time I sit down to eat, with shiny tools beside me, there’s a little reminder of “The Babs” Paul