Dear Juliette,
Right this second you are in the lounge putting your sandals on, and Curious George is on the TV. You’re excited about heading to see Grandma and Grandad. This morning we stood out the back throwing a tennis ball to each other, as a nice cool breeze swept through. Later on we are going to go and feed the ducks at the horses at the dam around the corner – and I’m looking forward to that.
This is a very boring first letter to you. I guess I have to start somewhere.
Love,
Dad.