I'm gonna share a poem with you that is in each of these two books. It is a poem that I wrote a week after I had cardiac arrest. Cardiac arrest is when your heart goes beep, beep, beeeeep! So it was a bit dramatic. And I went to the National Gallery. There was an exhibition about colour, and it was a poetry workshop. And they said, you have to sit yourself in front of a painting and write a poem. And I found a painting in the blue room, and there was a big valley and lots of things in the painting. And I wrote this and it came out pretty much as I'm about to read it. But I did edit it a lot. And I don't think I even realised that I was feeling sad until I wrote this poem. It's called "The Land of Blue." Across the valley, it waits for you, a place they call the land of blue. It's far and near. It's strange, yet known. And in this land, you'll feel alone. You might feel tears roll down your cheek. You might feel wobbly, weary, weak. I know this won't sound fun to you. It's not. And this is the land of blue. It's blue, not gold or tangerine. It's dark, not bright, not light or clean. It's blue and when you leave, you'll see the crackly branches of the tree. The golden skies, the purring cat, the piercing eyes, the feathered hat, and all the other things that come when you escape from feeling glum. Across the valley, it waits for you. A place they call the land of blue, and going there will help you know how others feel when they feel low.