has a message for the teenage boy he was in 1986.
It’s not the sort of delivery you receive every day. My sister turned up for a visit and dropped off a package someone had given to my father with the strict trict instructions: “It It must be hand-delivered d-delivered to David.” How thrilling! As the theme to tomission: Mission:
Impossible ssible played in my head, I fantasised tasised about the planes I’d hang ang off as I cracked the code ode that would stop the planet et from teetering off its axis. NASA would thank me. The Queen would knight me and nd even President Trump mp would forgive whatt I’d said about him and call me a “Really, reallyy great guy, one of the best and smartest I know, ow, and I know all the he best guys, I am sure you will agree.”
Thee Walter Mittyesquee dreamscape dissolved olved quickly whenn I pulled out a simplemple old register book.. Its faded green n cover was nondescriptdescript and, hang g on, there’s handwriting dwriting in thee corner!