We didn't interact much, Ivan, but the memories I have of each encounter are happy ones.

I think the first time we met you were bearing down on me in the men's football game I'd foolishly asked to join. Having encountered some rather brutal tackles earlier I was wary but you were very kind and just neatly took the ball off me, no bruising of either shin or ego.

The last time we met I think I was passing you caviar from abroad, very tempted to swipe it for myself. In between, there were mostly friendly smiles in passing. Rest well.