I have been off the grid for 2 month while this wedding stuff got under way. It got pretty stressful after the honeymoon when we had to plan the reception; the whole left side of my face exploded in pimples and I was stress-eating anything crunchy. I remember leaving you a phone message, but we never made it into Toronto after that night. I’m in Ireland now and have some time alone and wanted to see what you’ve been up to. Looking great as usual – you’re going to New Orleans? When? Sounds fun. Miss you babe. R.

Really though, fuck me, how could that not creep you out? You are a brave woman indeed. I’m sure he’s a lovely chap n’all, but Holy ballbags that would give me the willies. No offence Rich/Malcolm. There’s the whiff of a romantic soul about you. It’s just there’s the whiff of simmering lunacy too. I’m sure it’s the former and that you’re no more than mildly in love with the Raymi construct, just like the rest of us.