So many memories, a few stand out ones for me personally that make me heart a little bit warm when I think of them  

Banging on about our feet stinking in that caravan (wherever it actually was) (and they actually did)

Sarah phoning home, knowing she was in the dog house, and an entire postcode hearing “Sarah. Get. Home. Now”

The Waltons meeting Riley and Pat saying to whoever was holding her “bloody hell love, watch the babys head”  

Seeing her after a while and her giving me a hug and saying “nice to see ya, don’t much like your jumper”

I will forever cherish the welcoming ways she had and her fierce sense of humour (scathing) and her wicked chuckle. Blessed to have been welcomed by the Walton family so that I could appreciate a Pat Walton in my life 

Love ya lots Patty Trojan Walton. Fly high ❤️❤️❤️X