Dear JemJem,
Here is your goodnight candle. It is cold today and looks as though it will be colder still tomorrow. I thought of you when I was at work and saw a book of Wainwright's walks and remembered how you loved walking. We did a twenty mile walk over London's bridges soon after we met for charity, but I had no more sense than a lemon and wore a pair of patent shoes. Do you remember the state of my feet by the end of the walk? All my love forever, Angies xxxxxx