My friend Toby told me of a dream he had where he was suddenly back in the computer shop in which he used to work but his name was Bob and he was turning the shop into a restaurant whose speciality was to be three metre long stewed eels and this was ‘London’s best kept secret’, although the critics did not agree.
The point of this letter is to demonstrate that, for all your idiosyncrasies, you still possess a stronger grip on the real world than some of my human friends.
Love from Crispin
P.S. I hope you at least dream about catching mice.