I just got in from a pleasant if rather chilly trundle around the Olympic park, and I saw on my friend Esther’s Facebook page that it has now been five years since her younger brother Richard passed away. I still think of Esther quite often, although it has now been far too long since we last got together. I would just like to assure my friend that my thoughts are with her and her family. It has been a long, hard few years for everyone: while some wounds simply cannot heal, however, we fortunately now appear to be coming out the other side of this dark patch. I’d thus love to invite my friend Est to visit me in my flat here in Eltham: her visit is long, long overdue, and it would be incredible if I could show her a bit of East London. I know she still misses Richard very much, and I feel myself wanting to spend a few hours with the person who was always there for me at university, if just to reassure her that I am there for her.