One of the things that doesn’t get any easier as I get older is saying goodbye to people I love. If anything, it gets worse, perhaps because of the strength of the shared memories. This morning, after a precious three days in Dublin, I said goodbye AGAIN to my dear friend Dr M, who has selfishly moved to Ireland to live in gorgeous countryside in a fabulous house, with no thought for how much we need him over here. Dr M, it’s not just because we are a bit short of tenors or because you are always in the right place in the music and on the right note – we really really miss you. And sorry about the weeping.