MATCH MAKER


Walking up the gravel path to the old wooden door,talking and laughing can be heard.

I slowly put the key into that old lock of a door which as seen many a tale, very slowly I push the door open and look into the empty room. There's no-one here.

Desks filling cabinets and all the other stuff is here, but the talking were has it gone.

I SIP my coffee and start to pull the files out one by one, as I start to read, the chatting returns I then understand, it becomes so clear its all the ladies and gentleman talking to me.

There's one person who makes all these people realize there is love and happiness just one person in this big old world doing her thing, making a difference and that's my dear friend Katie.