Beansprouts, the thought of your dream simply makes me so happy!! To sit and (fill forms, nevertheless) and me with a little star headband (can I have triple stars, like the cartoon?) and do highlighting with you. To ignore figures in red coats doing murky things. Us against the world!!

Last night I was thinking about you again, and ST who has gone to Munich. Sigh. So far away…I wish I could send stars in little envelopes to you. Or that either of us can win a jet plane in one of those supermarket contests, and I can fly to you every night and we can draw stars and fill forms and talk about our days in law firms and the banks together.

How about Paris instead of Switzerland?? What do you think? Do you think your parents might be more amicable as to the idea? Then I can show you the little Shakespeare bookshop that I love so much, and we can leave best friends messages on the mirror on the second floor just as Ernest Hemingway did and read children books ….my parents are SO NOT bookshop people so we’ll def be able to run away together like the magic chair children.

The magic tree children—by Enid Blyton. For they could only run away to the tree when their chores are done, and the red squirrel would throw down a cushion so they could go up the ’slippery slip’. Imagine!