Dearest Julie,
It is with something of a fluttery heart that I write. Where am I at this point, as I listen to your collected sounds, musical notes, and giggling? The answer is, I know not. All I do know, and I speak for myself entirely, is that I am a little peckish and ready for tea. Please read this with brown eyes, and be sure to think carefully about what I have said before replying.
I am, obviously,
Lilian. x
