Emma, oh my goodness. It's taken me two days to read this thread (and its sidekick), but here's wishing you all good things. You did a fantastic job with this board, helped so many people. Much love to you before you leave, and please can you let me know if I still have your number? I'm coming to your area after Christmas and now... it isn't a surprise!
I remember Itsaline well. She's the one who turned my surfboard pink, really. She's the one who drank beer from the bottle in her Sunday tennis whites. You'd never do such things now, I realise.
Anyway, I see you on one of those huge 1920s ocean liners, several decks, the ladies in brightly flowered fashionables, the gents in white linen and straw. Your parasol rests gently on your shoulder, pearls glinting off the sun's rays that have borne down on the sailing party in the upper deck.
You are happy, but weary. Your delicate arm raises to wave a cheerful goodbye to the fans crowded together on the dock, throwing confetti and waving wildly to you. Suddenly...
(to be cont.)