I've been thinking about moving abroad for years. I've often looked out of my office window and wistfully dreamt of finally doing my Masters in California, reuniting with my friends in Amsterdam, or going to work with giraffes in Kenya. Anything to take my mind off of the dire weather we so often face in England and I can't get away from.
If you want to help Brendan Cox, or any bereaved friend, remember that the pain goes on for them. And on, and on, and on. You can help. Just be there. Take them out, let them cry, realise that they are a newborn trying to find out who they are going to become now that the world has ended. They will remember your kindness (or your stupidity) forever.
I'm hitting Australia at the weekend for a 3-week trip, travelling around Melbourne, Adelaide, Cape Tribulation, Whitsunday and with a final night in Brisbane. There was absolutely no way I could head to the other side of the world for an adventure and not use this opportunity to scatter postcards as I go.