Bags are packed, Tim Tams purchased, and I know where my passport is. I would take my heart to San Francisco, in order to leave it there, but I can't find it. Clearly, I did not keep it in a safe place, like my passport.
For those I am going to be seeing for the first time in years, or in fact for the first time at all, here is a true-to-life-taken-right-this-second depiction of the front of my face:
So now you have no excuse not to recognise me (and are free to flee on sight, I'm considerate like that).
The rest of you, keep the internet warm while I'm out.
Now, tally ho! What!