P,
You’ve been ill? I’d just begun to reflect upon what comment I’d made in the last couple of months that had finally forced you to end our relationship–the final nail in my own proverbial "always fatter than yours" coffin. Am a bit relieved to know it’s only your own physical pain that’s kept you from me and mine.
Can’t say your precious goddaughter hasn’t noticed your absence as she’s been forced to learn how sheers and drapes work together instead of learning her abc’s with you. Who knows, it may serve her better in the long run as she’ll be a real contender on the inevitable toddler interior design reality show.
Anyhoo, I’d love to prattle on about your possible diagnosis but have two workmen breathing down my neck as I write this. If only hubby were this persistent, he might find my attention less likely to wander.
Faithfully, again,
C.
