A photo that makes me sad.

She's dead.
It's not fair. It's not right and it makes me so sad every time I think of her.

But I don't want to think of her in relation to cancer. I want to think of her throwing herself into my arms because she was going away for two weeks and liked working for me. The girl who was mad about food. The girl who called me in New York to ask if McDonald's were different in the US than they were in the UK. (I couldn't answer that, by the way, I've only eaten one McDonald's in 15 years, it was under protest and it was foul.) The girl who made great Cola Chicken.
And was pretty, funny, clever, sexy, vibrant and just plain life enhancing.

I miss my little China Girl. xx