... to have a soak

I often like to wonder what it would be like to have you here in the castle. I sometimes hear you singing in the kitchen as you slice tomatoes for tea.

I sometimes indulge myself completely and leave a message...

However, when I looked for the small, wet toe-prints on the tile all I saw was a towel and a fluff-bunny that was laughing at my impatience.

I miss you...

XX