Pavlova welcome and thank you.
Well fairly predictably I haven't been to sleep, it needs to be said so I will say it, just in case.
If it all goes tits up and I don't make it out the other side of this, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all for making the last ten days so much more bearable, I have felt supported, valued, cherished and befriended in equal measure. You have made me believe that I will have friends who I can laugh and cry with once again, that I'm interesting and good company and above all that I can make people smile, laugh and not take life too seriously. Remember me when you walk, when you see beautiful colours.
Right that's quite enough of that - I have a day to get on with. The bus is fuelled up and ready for boarding.
One last thing, when the champagne cork pops at 6:00pm tonight you must raise a toast in the way that my Grandad taught me "Shampoo for our real friends and real poo to our sham friends" he was a wise and wonderful man.
I often wonder if my former friends still use that particular toast, we always did when we were together.