Decided to make this a diary type letter because I only wrote Monday evening and it is too soon to send another letter. I just feel in the mood to write to you.
I’m absolutely dead tired but I daren’t risk going to bed yet. Time is precisely – she turns her head and consults clock – 11.27 pm and about 10.30 yours truly decided she felt a bit peckish and cooked herself her special spaghetti dish. Boy, am I regretting it now. My stomach thinks it’s enjoying a trip on the scenic railway. Or maybe ‘enjoying’ isn’t the right word.