My Dearest Hillary,
How I have pined for the touch of your hand while I lay in my sick bed in London. The doctors couldn’t work out what was wrong with me – but I knew. The Pattaya Mail wasn’t delivered that week, and I was beside myself worrying about you. Please make sure they deliver the Mail each week, Hills my Poppet. Thanking you in advance.
Geoff
Dear Geoff,
If only I had known my Petal, I would have dropped everything (well, nearly everything) and flown to London to be with you. Next time, let me know and send the plane ticket, wrapped around a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and I will be with you in 12 hours (plus drinking time). It’s a long way, better make that a half dozen (and please make sure they are cold).
