If you die, I will stand on Eton Bridge and remember you. If you get typhoid fever, I will send you soap fragrant from English roses. If you perform or play or preach, I will download the mp3 and email you my compliments. If you need last minute baby-sitting or have any other form of personal crisis, I will drink a calming cup of tea and pray for you. I can not be there. The UK Border Agency has my passport.
2021 and I'm still trying to remember which box I packed my sense of adventure in. Weaving and baking and walking the dogs until I can find it.