Monday, 16 May 1994 Dear S, Mum and Jack, Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, its mail-out time at work and I’ve been incredibly busy.  I’ve been working in despatch on the weekend too, just for extra cash (I don’t get paid for over-time spent on the book).  I just got your post card, it sounds like you’re having a … Continue reading Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.