This was the last time that all five of us were in Spain together.  By August 2015 your were in the grips of the eating disorder, and were frighteningly underweight, but you tried really hard on that holiday to eat normally and to shake off the awful illness that was taking a firm hold.  On your birthday we went up to Los Pastores for lunch.  We sat outside, looking at the view down the mountain into the valley.  On that hot and muggy afternoon it began to rain, big spots started to fall.  It didn't last long but we all laughed as the waitress bustled about putting up umbrellas, clearing tables and exclaiming 'Madre Mia!'