slowly and steady myself and consider what to wear, but I don’t really care about that either. It’s time for me to go. It’s time for me to talk to Lucy Harte. It’s weird thanking someone from the depths of your soul when you can’t see them, have never met them, when they can’t hear you and when they have no clue who you are. It’s a bit like talking to God, I suppose. It takes faith and belief, so
