Craig and I went on a trip to Paris with the school. Bus and overnight ferry.  On leaving his house with a pillow under his arm both Cath and I chimed " Why are you taking a pillow?" He wanted to be comfortable on his reclining chair. "You'll lose it" " No I wont" "You will" " I wont". The pillow came with us and was dragged around the interior of a Brittany ferry, the town of Bayeux and the Palace of Versailles.  After a very eventful trip feeling worse for wear and coming up the drive of  the school  a voice shattered the weary silence "S*** wheres my pillow?" The trip was memorable for all kinds of reasons but I still think fondly of the pillow.