Steve, where do i start. I first met you in August 2003. You was the manager at Chesterberry. You took me under your wing. The fags we shared in the garage and all them takeaways because we couldn't be bothered to cook. The loud music because we were just as deaf as the residents. The day trips out in that cranky old bottle green people carrier where Wayne nearly chopped your fingers off in the door. Then we merged with Maple Court and it all changed for the worst. We had so much fun. The fun runs with Pam. Here is a photo pf Pam and Me that you took. You were a excellent manager, a good laugh and most of all a very good friend. We kept in contact even after all these years. See you down the blues my friend.