Letters to you, from me.
I've missed you, and I'm glad you're back. Even though sometimes you can make my life a little miserable, like when you decide it's time for a downpour just as we're about to set off for a bike ride or when you're having a particularly cold day that no amount of layers can protect me from, but most of the time I enjoy your company. I like how you let me pretend to be a dragon and see the warm clouds of air in front of my face, how I can finally wear my new coat and have an excuse to go shopping for warmer clothes, and I particularly like how I can take a bath in the middle of the afternoon to warm myself up from your coolness. If you keep this up I have a feeling we'll get on just fine.
Dear Primark jeans,
Right, we have a problem. I feel in love with you the moment I pulled you on, and there's no denying that you're one of the comfiest pairs I own. But did nobody ever tell you it's rude to dye everything else in the washing machine while you're in there?! That's just downright bad manners.
Thank you for inventing pasta. Seeing as I've already eaten two bowls of the stuff today I thought it was only polite to write you a formal thank you. Oh, and while we're at it, thank you for inventing pizza too, and gelato... and the men, of course.
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