The letter you always wanted to write

It's almost time for the Last Night of the Proms, which coincides with St Ledger day – the night our son was conceived 26 years ago – only to emerge nine months later on Derby day. (What were the odds on that happening, I wonder?) Of course, by then you were long gone.

My brother's charming, clever friend, whom I had known for several years, you came over a few times to cheer me up... 

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