Letter from America

We saw off the teenager on the train for London. She's off to the wonderfully-named Medicine Hat, Canada tomorrow, so without her elephantine steps upstairs, her teenage-toddler tantrum tendency and her typically teenage Kevin and Perry-presence, the house will be eerily silent for three weeks. It would have been a tearful time at the station, but fortunately I was distracted by involvement in the rescue of a black labrador, and a woman, from under the train.