Irises...

Your solicitor's payment is a beautiful painting Julian. I love these irises too. You can pay my solicitor's bill any time. Not that I have engaged a solicitor. Hey, the wet suit wasn't worth that much. I think I paid a princely sum of 50 pence for it at the St Joseph's Church fête, but there...we'll let it go.

Now, about those Easter eggs....ha,ha.

I have just finished writing a report on a very unhappy boy at school who I believe is in need of psychological, if not psychiatric help. It tears at the soul and keeps you up all night chosing the right words. This, perhaps, is my gift (or my lot).

On a final note, may I say what a wonderful family we have. You just wouldn't believe what goes on out there. The world can be a hurtful place and it's so sad to find that children so young cannot find comfort or happiness within their own homes. My mind has been drawn and left stinking and exposed to dry on the page. I am completely detached from the world that I spent my day living in, so I need a few hours to reassimilate myself before the birds howl in the dawn.

And so to bed...