It wasn’t long ago that when something happened, the first thing I did was tell you about it. It was the best part of my days. I haven’t felt that catharsis in a long time. I’ve still got stories to tell you. I keep them all in my head, neatly organised for the next time we meet. But, after a while, all of those stories become irrelevant. I’m still left incomplete. I hope that one day, when you’ve chased down all of your goals, you’ll find a few hours for me.