Dear Mr d'Arcy (the original, and the best). Who introduced me to Douglas Adams, church choirs and Chinese takeaways. Whose windows I cleaned one sunny afternoon, and whose windows I always think of when I clean mine, even all these years later. Who made the best gravy known to man and played guitar like a pro. Who let us sit up at the bar in the pub, even though we were far too young, and told us tall tales of adventures and pints of black and tan (it's stripy! It really is!). Who made my best friend (and for that I owe you a thousand times, and a thousand more).
On Sunday we went walking and I thought of you, and wished you well. And I wish you well still.