G says thanks for your postcard. She wants me to mail her copies of your blog entries. I might try cutting and pasting into Word and hoping it will convert your crappy small letters into capitals and also address the suspect spelling!

I just had an epic game of tennis lasting 4 hours. I won the first two sets, then Peter clawed his way back into the game and won the next two. Then, I was 5-2 up in the final set. Victory beckoned; but Peter fought back until he led 6-5!. Then it was 6 all, 7 all, 8 all, 9 all, 10 all, 11 all, 12 all. Finally, after I had had and wasted 8 match points, I won the last set 14-12.

I just thought you’d like to know!

Strap your clampons or climpons or clintons or whatever they’re called on tight and wrap up warm.

Here we’ve just got up and I’m about to buy the Sunday Times. That’s about enought excitement for one day for me.

Mama and I are sitting in the attic, wondering how early we can go to bed.

Liv is now in France, skiing.

I hope you’re not too disappointed at the quality of the disposable camera pics … Hey, wasn’t one of those supposed to outlast NZ!