Tomorrow is the day my friend Oystercard leaves
Dear Heart, I hope you don’t have a nice, safe holiday. I hope you have adventures and excitement and fall into the hands of Amazons and Pirates and escape with the aid of thrilling strangers. Remember that if your passport and credit cards and luggage are stolen, you can just get new ones. The worst that could happen is that your dick could fall off – for all else, there’s Plan Q or Plan W or Plan N or something. If I can possibly manage to show up in
May the Beloved bless you and keep you.
May he make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you.
May he lift the light of his countenance upon you,
and give you his peace.