Wednesday, 4 July 2007
I have just found this on my bed. And I feel kind of terrible.
Dear, poor Miss Havisham 27. Perhaps I've been a little hard on her, a little churlish. Scratch the crusty battleaxe veneer and look what is left; a fragile, hurt and betrayed bride who's not even the bride she thought she was. I have, of course, 'forgiven her' and just hope that she will come back. I need her help. Between us we will draw up an action plan to effect the demise of this dastardly Ffforde.
Until then, keep your eyes peeled for directions.
Posted by Amy Greenford at 16:41