Letters

Oh no! The world of vectors. Another can of worms opening up. Just as I learn one thing I open the door to twenty thousand other things.

The heat is getting to the tourists who are staying at Henry/Invisible wife house. They are throwing cans of food around their kitchen as I water the kiwi plant which is growing awfully fast.

Everywhere is on fire which is scary. The fires here travel faster than galloping horses and happen every year. The skies are full of the drone of helicopters and planes. And since I was a navigator in the second world war in a previous life, the sound of light aircraft give me goosebumps.

Albert the guitarist has turned up in his van just like Snufkin visits Moomin Valley every year. He and Paco are playing on Monday.