Who’s going to tell me I have a pretty face, if only I brushed my hair? Who’s going to tell me off for not packing my slippers when we go to Spain? (Seriously who does that? ) Who’s going to suggest a ‘short walk’ and take me five miles? Who’s going to drink cocktails with me and giggle all night? Who’s going to fill my Saturday mornings with coffee and laughter? Who’s going to be my best friend? Isabel. Always.