Dear You What a lovely day it has been!
I can read about Luke Haines in the car on the way to the mountains.
Oh, gadgetry. How I will miss you.
She used to live by me. I saw her put the bins out. The wind blew her hair away, and she smiled.
What was it I read last week in a letter in The Independent? "Robin gone, only Mo Mowlam and Clare Short to go."
Don't go anywhere remote, or get on any small airyplanes. Lock your doors, Claire. History is calling. And you were right about page 3.