Toast.

Dear Fleur.
So I feel very neglectful of my writing. I should fix that.
I want toast for breakfast every morning too. That is getting old.
Also,
Kirsten comes in one day.
I think I might scream.
So tomorrow I shall be positively busy in a Lauren Child sort of way. I will paint. Babysit. Draw. Write. Read two more books. Go swimming. Drink tea. See a concert. And clean.
Then she will be here.
Then I will scream.
And we can have toast together.
Bell.