We first met Andrew in Paris not long after he was born and although our paths did not cross very often after Tony and Fay left PAris it was always a pleasure to see him. Such a lovely  person, baby and man. Our fondest memories go back to those Paris days watching Andrew and our son Francis messing about in a paddling pool in our garden in Courcouronnes. We must have a photo somewhere if only I could find it. Francis recalls that Andrew refused to let him read his Rupert Bear book but I can't vouch for that!