I remember every night. Going around to her flat to visit her and to give her shopping.milk, eggs, and sandwiches, attempting not to startle her as we tried to open her bright yellow door as quietly as possible.Every time we arrived a smile from ear to ear would light up her face. Each time she would fetch her coin jar and give me fifty pence. I Loved her telephone, a bright red rotary phone It fascinated me as I never knew exactly how to operate it and It wasn't even connected, but I used to always play with that when I was there.At half past six, we would turn on the television and watch The Simpsons.She didn't like it nor know any of the characters names or personalities but watched it anyway as she knew how much I enjoyed watching it with her.This was a common theme throughout her life, going the extra mile for people even if it