Royal Bournemouth General Hospital, December 2011
Dear Rob,
I thought that it was a dream. I read your letters and then I had to literally pinch myself until it hurt, just to make sure that I hadn’t drifted off to somewhere blissful and had merely dreamt that I had read them, the hand delivered letters that you wrote while you sat by my side.
The nurses told me that I had had a visitor, an extremely handsome man who had spoken with an American accent. They told me that you were tall and had piercing blue eyes the colour of the sky. They also mentioned that you looked as if you could have done with a generous helping of our famous fish and chips, that you looked a little bit too thin and in need of a little T.L.C. Even though I had still felt a little groggy, I instantly knew the man the
