I received an email today from my room-mate throughout the VIth form, and have pasted an excerpt below. She emailed to see how I was and to tell me that they are moving from Malta to Cyprus.
Cliff and I hired a villa in Gozo for a week and spent a day in Malta with Jackie and her beautiful family. In fact, we all went to Mtarfa to see the hospital where Cliff was born, and it is this that she refers to below.
For me Malta is so much tied up with you and Cliff in an inexplicable way (I mean you were here just the one time but it's really strong) and I wish there was something I could do to say goodbye to that before I leave. Maybe I can go and light a candle in the Church of Mtarfa or something. Any ideas? Strange thinking on my part? Or maybe you understand what I mean.
I had to take a big gulp at my desk, as have already shed some tears here earlier today, and crying isn't really condusive to driving on the M25, where I am imminently heading ... but I love her for the sentiment. It's such a touching, tender thing to do for him and for me.