Bringing back memories of Paul Hardcastle’s epic 1985 anti-war dance hit… er… 19:

Why? Well, today marks exactly 19 years since I arrived on these shores. OK, I was somewhat older than 19, but that’s beside the point.
Often referred to as “my favourite import” by my South African wife in the early days, more recently, I’ve learned to take a bit a back seat while several packets of Holland and Barrett’s Yoghurt Coated Brazil Nuts do the driving.

Find your place. Settle. It’s all good.

Anyway. It’s been a whirlwind 6940 days with very few regrets along the way. Onward and upward for the next 19, n-n-n-n-19 years.