I met Deb in the late seventies when she worked with my husband (Tye) at Wyvern Partnership in Old Town.

Tye was always telling me about Deb and how she was either being followed home every night or someone was lurking in a bush to “jump out on her” OR something had happened when she had cooked (yes, I said cooked) the evening meal and I used to say that Deb had a vivid imagination and her kitchen activities could not possibly be true.

And then I met Deb. She and Pete invited us over and she cooked jacket potatoes, nothing wrong there you might think until we heard several mild explosions. Deb proceeded into the kitchen followed by Pete to find all the potatoes had literally exploded in the oven! Consequently a very light supper followed.

We will miss you Deb X