Some of you may know that my best friend is the headteacher from the school I taught at in Scotland, she is 60 - which some of you might think is odd but I think the older you get the more age just doesn't make a differece! Anyway I always go up there and stay with her and her partner Andrew, I go with Thomas and they think he is the best thing since sliced bread. Anyway, I got a phonecall yesterday from Margaret (the friend) crying, saying that Andrew had gone to play football the night before and had collapsed and died, he was 45. He was the fittest man ever hill walking biking etc and he hadn't been ill. He just went. I am just devestated by this, for the sake of Margaret and for the fact that I have lost such a lovely friend, he was so so funny, and just adored Thomas. Just thought I would share that with you. Just makes you think though doesn't it, we try and try to be healthy and somethimes when its your time it is just your time.