dear abs…i’ve done jillian michael’s six pack ab workout twice. why have you not formed yourselves into two orderly rows of three yet? hmm?
dear toad in the hole…you’re the best dinner, with the funniest name. we love you.
dear sunshine…you are glorious. thanks for making those twice daily walks such a joy.
dear egg sandwiches (and that’s something i never thought i’d write)…why did i not discover how amazing you are before now? you rock. and you’re usually the cheapest sandwich going too, which rocks even more.
dear ted…where have those blessedly long afternoon naps gone, hey?
oh and also ted…would you mind not running through every puddle you see when we’re out and about? only, i can’t afford to have my car valeted on a weekly basis, and you do make the seats turn a rather nasty shade of greige.
dear mama…can you be on half term all the time please? i like you being available for afternoon dog walks and cups of tea :)
dear electricity…i’m glad you’re back to full power. wandering around with soaking wet hair because the hairdryer wouldn’t work was no fun at all.
dear jason…you’re the cutest. the end.