Though I’ve been hanging out with a different small blond boy recently, my affection for this one is still as
obsessive strong as ever.
I thought you might like an update.
1. He has had, I’m told, a frighteningly short haircut.
2. He is now trilingual: his first French word was avion. He is a genie’s arse.
3. He hasn’t forgotten me. I spoke to Roisin a few days ago while she was giving Gregory his bath. ‘It’s Auntie Nehneh, Gregory’ she told him. ‘Nehneh!’ he exclaimed.
I miss him –[Hints to Lady Travellers needs to be excused as she is currently weeping into her keyboard making it too slippery to keep typing.]