Dear JemJem
Here is your goodnight candle, a little late I am afraid because I thought I would shut my eyes for a few minutes which turned into half an hour. I thought of you today when people were talking about eating oysters. I remembered when we went to Rutland and Stubbs Oyster Bar and Dining Rooms and dined on steak and oyster pie. You stayed in London and I went back up to university in Bradford with Lorraine, who was coming up to visit me. We were disturbed by a policeman knocking on the door who declared in broad Yorkshire, "Miss Boyle, I have no wish to alarm you, but Mr Sabin has been taken to hospital with food poisoning and it is possibly fatal." At that I turned and rushed for the loo and puked my guts up. I spent the rest of Lorraine's visit in isolation in Bradford Royal Infirmary, while Lorraine had to stay on her own in my student house. All my love forever Angies xxxx