That's right.
If anyone asks me tomorrow how old I am, I'm telling them straight off that I'm as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.
I'm also going to be wearing the biggest boldest clip-on earrings that I own and I could very well disappear into a british accent for part of the day. I'm rather fond of you girls, so I thought I'd better warn you so that you don't get shocked unawares.
I'm so ready for summer. I've been dreaming in pen and watercolours. That only ever happens in the summer. When I'm feeling artsy. And free. And bold.
I need a new haircut.
I also need to become extremely phenomenal at swing dancing and doing the charleston. Possibly even the moonwalk. And I'm so ready to update my wardrobe. Bring on the thrift stores and vintage shops!
I'm also aiming to do some serious cooking and baking, and will rely one you four to get rid of the results via compost or stomach (hopefully the latter but I ain't promising nothin).
I'm thinking we should also photo/video document this summer, just for our sakes, so that we have a barrel of memories to fall back on whenever we need them.
If you have a problem with any of this you can come speak to me in my private office: second door on the right and straight down to the basement.
Mo: I absolutely definitely certainly need a first-hand account of your letter-opening experience once it has occurred.
tata, pip pip, cheerio and all that. toodles till soon my loverlies
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