My Dear Dear Raz,
I would like to sit on the other side of you and hold the reserve box of tissues(if I was going, but alas I'm unable). Of course I'd like the lights to be out and I'd arrive late and leave early, as big boys don't cry
Actually I wonder how I'd feel sitting with a group of MKs after all these years. I usually sat alone or with the little kids, for the seats with colleagues my own age were saved for the more worthy. And so there we would sit listening to stories of a loving God, while someone kept flicking the back of my head and others thought it was hilarious. Strange childhood, strange place.
Oops I'm rambling again.
