*Skirt courtesy of Brag Vintage.
Dear Cau. We’re heading your way for my birthday next weekend. Please have ready for me a bowl of your best blue cheese sauce, with some steak and chips floating around in it. Thank you kindly.
Dear Monday. You’re great and all, and I’m ready for a new week of work (the last before Christmas, really!) but you always take away Jason’s handsome four day scruff, and that makes me feel oh so blue.
Dear Teddy. We’ve made it one whole week of keeping my car clean and tidy and muddy pawprint-free since I had it valeted last weekend. Can we do another?
Dear Christmas lights. You make my house so beautiful and cosy. Want to stay forever?
Dear 23. 22 was fun and all, but I think 23 has a nicer ring to it. You sound more substantial, more weighty. I’m going to have fun saying ‘I’m 23, you know!’ when I get asked for ID buying Jason a Friday night beer in our local shop.
Dear rain. Enough. Turn to snow, or leave, please.
Dear porridge, of the chocolate-orange variety. You’re the best. Thanks for being there to warm me up on the mornings the rain won’t heed my requests.
Dear fringe. I think we’re done, you and I.
Dear radio DJs. It’s almost Christmas now, so can you please start playing more Christmas songs? Mariah’s ‘All I Want for Christmas’ once or twice a day is just not enough, in my book.
Dear families. We saw a whole lot of you this weekend, and we think you’re the best.
Dear Jason. You looked crazy handsome at that party on Saturday night, and I totally checked you out from across the dance floor ;)
Dear little Fiat 500. Sorry I forgot to put petrol in you, and you choked and died whilst on the way to the station on Friday morning. It won’t happen again. (Probably.)
Dear turkey, and gravy, and roast potatoes, and brussels sprouts. Only just over a week to go now, and I can’t wait!
Happy Monday!