Tanja, brilliant, extraordinary you. Thank you for coming to me in that dream the night before I went to Sydney; of course it was you, even if you were being a coy schoolgirl.

'He is collecting her, scooping up the crumbs that fall from her mouth, clutching at them, cradling them, holding them up to look at them, minutely inspecting them, treasuring them, putting them into wildly ornate frames of desire and hope, encapsulating them in precious metal boxes and cabinets studded with jewels like some mouldering flake of bone declared a Catholic relic; something to be venerated, worshipped through its association, its alleged provenance.'

We all miss you. x