Oh Dearest Mouldy One, my Sweet P:
My gratitude to you for your exquisite love notes of late.
My attention will be briefly drawn away from your Sumptuous Senior Presence by me being overcome with what you know to be my Largest Passions.
But do not be dismayed, dearest silversurfersnapper, bcuz you know I will return to you for my very heart-beatingly and breast-clutchingly (o.k., both breasts-clutchingly) Life-Giving thingies.
(Btw, Patrick darling, what kinda cat is VB? I have no clear mind-view of VB? Is he a he? I ask this bcuz my borrowed cat, a very handsome black on white spotted one is prolly a male and seems to need a mate . . .)
(another btw, sweet and unrealizedly delicious one: where is Raynes Park? The one day I spent in the city you call London, I spent in bed, so I have no clear view of London, as well as no clear view of VB).
Back to the entire point of this passionate communique-on-steroids: I'M GOING TO BE WITH MY GRANDTADPOLES IN A COUPLE WEEKS IN NEW YORK CITY!!!
please please understand that OmniPotentata loves you the very best of all other men who live in Raynes Park, London, or even London itself (well, except for that tremblingly audacious 24 hours a few months ago), but NO HUMAN PERSON can eclipse OP's adoration and passion for her Grandtadpoles. It's a gramma thing, of which I was not aware until I became a gramma 21 months ago. It was at that moment that I fell in love in a never-to-be-experienced-in-any-other-liaison Intensity. Do you understand, Mouldy P? Give me some sign that you grasp me on this!
Well, now I can turn down (they're never actually turned off) my lightbulbs, carefully and thoughtfully remove my Royal Vileboris t-shirt, and slowly, sin-uously, stretch out in bed to enjoy
Your Enameled OmniPotentata
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