Dear Mum and Helen, this is a very short message to thank you most profusely (munchkin style) for sharing your rather nasty throat and chest infection with me. It was I think an act of generosity I can’t repay, though I have to tell you that sharing the contents of your wardrobes and make up bags would have been better appreciated and sharing that rather lovely old white chair in your hallway, Helen and the Shelley Tea-set in the dresser, Mum would have been my preference…
However unlike you two, I am a woman made of stern stuff and so I am on my way upstairs to fluff up my frizz, bronze my decolletage and throw on my gladrags regardless.
I have had an offer I can’t refuse.
P.S: Share your "gift" with Finley and there will be major trouble, comprehendez?