Oh, deary, deary me! Indeed… but wait! No need to be facetious, all things considered. You are doing perfectly fine just as you are. There is no need to control everything that happens. There is no need to understand the actions of everybody. There is no need to change your mind because somebody tells you to. You are fine just as you are. No… not fine. Perfect. Even with the flaws, you are still perfect.
Dear Storm Diana,
I’m confused. Did you blow through? Are you still blowing through? Did you blow hot and cold? If it was you on Thursday morning, your winds were very warm indeed… much too warm for this time of the year. But that said, you were a pleasant surprise.
I know that I cannot control a single thing that you want to do, but I can offer you a piece of advice, should you feel the need to take it (for your own safety more than anything else!) When you are riding on a dark evening, in the midst of ferocious winds and teeming rain, on a busy road, dressed in black, one-handed whilst speaking on a mobile phone, would it not be a good idea to turn your lights on? I think so. For your own safety, more than anything else.
When you finally turn your lights on, would it not be slightly more courteous to use the one which stays on all of the time for the other road users, rather than using the intense strobe light setting? Your flashing light momentarily distracted me as I was driving earlier and I could easily have not seen the cyclist mentioned in the previous letter. Luckily his lack of light made him stand out in the darkness, but only because his silhouette partially covered a sop window I was passing.
Could you please let me know why, when you diagonally cross a road, ambling at a snail’s pace, you are always walking away from the direction of traffic that is moving your way? You seem to do so without a care in the world, even though you know that a huge motorised vehicle is just behind you. When I was younger I was taught the Green Cross Code on how to cross a road, and still use those rules to this day. You may think me old fashioned, but that’s your problem!
Dear Christmas Decorations,
I’m loving seeing your colours springing up everywhere now that we are in the last few days of NOVEMBER.
You have been fabulous of late. Most refreshing and I (eventually) wake Feeling Good. I seem to be having strange dreams at the time the alarm goes off though, and in my blurry-eyed dream state it takes me a good half hour to realise it is the alarm that is sounding… even though I seem to subconsciously hit the snooze button every five minutes. Do you think you could look into this for me? I’d do it myself, but I’m just loving the sleep.
And Finally, Dear The News,
I’m going to have to stop watching you again. I am very confused with how you report your stories. One report you are pro ‘this’, and in the next you are against ‘that’. You love to report on people’s failures and downfalls, and seem to be constantly trickling worrisome messages embedded within your stories. You seem to relish on broadcasting state secrets and, in my opinion, you make the country look like a laughing stock showing how everyone is fighting for their version of Brexit. Sigh. I’d rather not know, but having said that, by watching your version of events I’m none the wiser anyway!
Thank you for reading,
P.S. Hello Blogland! Please don’t mind my wafflings in this week’s Letters. I’m just ironing a few things out, that’s all… least of all my brow, which for some reason is all the more furrowed. Next week, I shall write letters to more light-hearted recipients. We do prefer light around here, don’t we?