Dear Jessica Brennan,
I’m lost for words which rarely happens. So I’ve decided that the three sentence story will rule today.
In an old theatre full of jugglers and mimes and actors and artists from now and all times we performed last night.
The orchestra played the singers sang the crowd cheered and the accolades rang – it was amazing.
The best thing of all was the great big love, the love that covered us one and all, both you and me and Ambrose Small, and the love left us craving for more of the same across the crowd and through the hall and into the bar and home.
But that’s all there is, love after all.
That might be four sentences, or five in all.
Love Mum
