BERTMELUV,
I had visions of you barefoot, concertina in hand, and a "devil-may-care" scarf tied 'round your flowing locks...CHILLS I tell ya. Now when are you going to sing us some naughty music hall songs?

Barry - your name is on a yellow Post-It note on my desk. I think of you at least a hundred times a day. Hang in there, Love.