Dear Mr Kipling mini battenburg cakes, You are so dainty and perfectly formed that you are almost enough to make me want to eat you even though I dislike marzipan.
Dear big toe, It’s a month now since I stubbed you, very hard, on a step I had forgotten was there when I was negotiating my way through a door in subdued light, and you are still hurting, although not nearly as much as before. I’m looking forward to you feeling normal again.
Dear Twinings, Why have you changed the colour of the packaging of your peppermint tea? What on earth was wrong with the previous colour of the box? It was green, and green is easily associated with peppermint I feel. Now it is yellow, and so I keep thinking that I am picking up a packet of lemon and ginger tea (which I don’t like). It’s not good for my mind to be tricked like this!
Dear snowdrops, I see you are starting to appear – it won’t be long now until we see your flowers I imagine.
Dear garden birds, As always I enjoyed your visits this week. Please visit again tomorrow, because I will be taking part in the RSPB Big Garden Bird Watch and it would be nice if I could have some visitors to count – unlike a few years ago when not one single bird landed in my garden, or even flew across my airspace!