Dear glitter, I am amazed at how far you can spread, and how tenacious you are. One afternoon in a classroom where two children were using glitter and I don’t think there was one item of my clothing, or one square inch of my skin that was not sparkly at the end of the day. I’m not sure that I’ve managed to get rid of it yet, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some attached to these letters!
Dear Fiendish Fancies, Oops, another one of your boxes seemed to leap into my shopping basket yesterday as I passed by the ‘seasonal’ aisle (and a few sweets to hand out if we have any Hallowe’en callers at the door, but I selected them from the shelf myself) – I don’t know what I am going to do with you! So badly behaved…
Dear motorways of England and Scotland, Please be clear and trouble free for me tomorrow as I drive northwards to spend a week with my mum.
Dear London, It’s always a pleasure to walk along the banks of the Thames, when the sky is blue and the sun is shining.
Dear poppies at the Tower of London, You are fabulous and I really enjoyed seeing your wonderful display on Sunday. The installation of hundreds of thousands of ceramic poppies (one for every British armed forces life lost during WW1) is very moving. A proper post about you will be following before too long.
Have a good Friday!