I first met Mr Wren when I am sure Jacqui convinced Mr and Mrs Wren-Hilton to host some antipodeans for Christmas. How could I forget that fabulous hospitable English Christmas! Made all the more memorable when Mr Wren disappeared just before the Queen's speech and reappeared dressed in a dinner suit with a bottle of Stones Original Green Ginger Wine and glasses for us to toast the Queen! 

I met up with Mr Wren again on some of his trips to NZ and had the privilege of sitting next to him at Peter's 50th birthday celebrations. Apparently the kiwi colloquialism of 'Everything turning to custard' tickled his sense of humor. He always seemed so genuinely interested in life and people. 

Heartfelt condolences to Peter, Jacqui and the family. 

Pip, NZ