Because the queen has asked me to lead a seven match cricket tour of the far north of Scotland. I expect to be ambushed by the Celts at some stage so I must leave with a heavy heart.
Though we have a strong batting line up and our fast bowling is second to none I fear I shall not return so Tizzy my Irish clover I must say.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.