Advice From A Piece of Chalk

Received a lovely email today from RK who is fortunate enough to be moving about Europe, and who is currently en Angleterre. Perhaps most hilarious in his correspondence: the suggestion that I take up rock-climbing ("If I hadn't lost me figger I'd still be doing it") which, I'm sure, would result in some sort of serious injury for me. I'd probably look only slightly less pathetic than Gloucester trying to throw himself off the white-on-white cliffs of Dover.

Then again, poetry people should be good footmen.... ;-)