best friend, the heart doctor. I like the sound of that.
Alex:
Thanks Rosie.
from:
Alex
to:
Rosie
subject:
Thank you!
I forgot to thank you for the congrats card you and Katie sent me, the last time we spoke. It has taken pride of place on the mantel in my new apartment, in fact it’s about the only thing I actually have here. Sally and I just moved in a few weeks ago, you and Katie are very welcome to come over and see it whenever you like . . . it can be Katie’s first time on a plane to visit her godfather in Boston!
The apartment is small but because I’ve such long shifts at the hospital, I hardly get to stay here anyway. I’ve got another life-long sentence here at the hospital before I can actually call myself a heart surgeon. In the meantime I’m being paid a pittance at work and slaving away till all hours. There’s a nice park directly across the road and it’s got a playground for kids, Katie would love it.
Anyway that’s enough about me. I seem to be just talking about myself these days. Please write to me and let me know how things are going for you.
I don’t want there to be any awkwardness between us, Rosie.
Keep in touch,
Alex
TO ALEX,
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
MAY THE FESTIVE SEASON BE FILLED WITH LOVE AND JOY FOR YOU
AND YOUR LOVED ONES.
Love Rosie & kAtIe
love, rosie
61
ROSIE AND KATIE,
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
May this year bring you lots of fun, love, and happiness!
Love,
Alex and Sally
Dear Stephanie
You will not believe the card that just arrived through my door this morning. I was almost sick. I was just cleaning up the mess Mum and Dad made after their annual new year’s party when it made its grand entrance on the doormat. I was almost expecting the sound of trumpets to go with it!
“Da da da announcing the arrival of the extremely sad coupley card!” There was about ten million bottles of wine rolling around the floor when I came downstairs and I nearly tripped over a game of Trivial Pursuit (yes it was one of those nights). There were those stupid paper hats strewn around the living room, hanging from the lightbulbs, or dangling in the gravy dish looking extremely unappealing. There were Christmas crackers pulled apart with their crappy little miniature toys falling out that no one could possibly ever use like little torches the size of your thumbnail and jigsaws with about two pieces, lying in the leftover food, the place was a mess!
Honestly, Steph, when Mum and Dad went away we held the craziest parties ever but at least we still managed not to behave like farmyard animals. Plus they were screaming and singing (well trying to sing) and dancing (or stamping their feet in some sort of crazy people ritual) all night . Poor Katie was terrified of all the noise (she just can’t be my daughter), and she spent the night screaming her head off. So I had to sit up with her all night.
Eventually everyone started to leave the house at about 6 or 7 A.M., and I was starting to fall asleep when I was jerked awake by a little monster jumping on me and demanding food.
So anyway I think what I’m trying to say is that I wasn’t in the greatest mood for what arrived on my doorstep. I had a pounding headache, I was so tired and after cleaning the mess downstairs (which is fine because it is Mum and Dad’s house after all and they are kindly letting me stay rent-free so I’m 62
Cecelia Ahern
not complaining about them) I just wanted peace and quiet and a bit of sleep.
But the card came.
The happy-new-year-make-me-gag card.
On the front was a lovely little picture of Alex and Sally all dressed up warmly in their winter coats and hats and gloves etc. . . . they were standing outside in a park that was covered in snow with their arms wrapped around . . . a snowman. A bloody snowman.
They looked so sickeningly happy. Two little happy Harvard-heads.
Uugh.
How sad is it to send a photo of yourself and your boyfriend building a snowman??? Very very very sad. That’s how sad. And to
Alex:
Thanks Rosie.
from:
Alex
to:
Rosie
subject:
Thank you!
I forgot to thank you for the congrats card you and Katie sent me, the last time we spoke. It has taken pride of place on the mantel in my new apartment, in fact it’s about the only thing I actually have here. Sally and I just moved in a few weeks ago, you and Katie are very welcome to come over and see it whenever you like . . . it can be Katie’s first time on a plane to visit her godfather in Boston!
The apartment is small but because I’ve such long shifts at the hospital, I hardly get to stay here anyway. I’ve got another life-long sentence here at the hospital before I can actually call myself a heart surgeon. In the meantime I’m being paid a pittance at work and slaving away till all hours. There’s a nice park directly across the road and it’s got a playground for kids, Katie would love it.
Anyway that’s enough about me. I seem to be just talking about myself these days. Please write to me and let me know how things are going for you.
I don’t want there to be any awkwardness between us, Rosie.
Keep in touch,
Alex
TO ALEX,
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
MAY THE FESTIVE SEASON BE FILLED WITH LOVE AND JOY FOR YOU
AND YOUR LOVED ONES.
Love Rosie & kAtIe
love, rosie
61
ROSIE AND KATIE,
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
May this year bring you lots of fun, love, and happiness!
Love,
Alex and Sally
Dear Stephanie
You will not believe the card that just arrived through my door this morning. I was almost sick. I was just cleaning up the mess Mum and Dad made after their annual new year’s party when it made its grand entrance on the doormat. I was almost expecting the sound of trumpets to go with it!
“Da da da announcing the arrival of the extremely sad coupley card!” There was about ten million bottles of wine rolling around the floor when I came downstairs and I nearly tripped over a game of Trivial Pursuit (yes it was one of those nights). There were those stupid paper hats strewn around the living room, hanging from the lightbulbs, or dangling in the gravy dish looking extremely unappealing. There were Christmas crackers pulled apart with their crappy little miniature toys falling out that no one could possibly ever use like little torches the size of your thumbnail and jigsaws with about two pieces, lying in the leftover food, the place was a mess!
Honestly, Steph, when Mum and Dad went away we held the craziest parties ever but at least we still managed not to behave like farmyard animals. Plus they were screaming and singing (well trying to sing) and dancing (or stamping their feet in some sort of crazy people ritual) all night . Poor Katie was terrified of all the noise (she just can’t be my daughter), and she spent the night screaming her head off. So I had to sit up with her all night.
Eventually everyone started to leave the house at about 6 or 7 A.M., and I was starting to fall asleep when I was jerked awake by a little monster jumping on me and demanding food.
So anyway I think what I’m trying to say is that I wasn’t in the greatest mood for what arrived on my doorstep. I had a pounding headache, I was so tired and after cleaning the mess downstairs (which is fine because it is Mum and Dad’s house after all and they are kindly letting me stay rent-free so I’m 62
Cecelia Ahern
not complaining about them) I just wanted peace and quiet and a bit of sleep.
But the card came.
The happy-new-year-make-me-gag card.
On the front was a lovely little picture of Alex and Sally all dressed up warmly in their winter coats and hats and gloves etc. . . . they were standing outside in a park that was covered in snow with their arms wrapped around . . . a snowman. A bloody snowman.
They looked so sickeningly happy. Two little happy Harvard-heads.
Uugh.
How sad is it to send a photo of yourself and your boyfriend building a snowman??? Very very very sad. That’s how sad. And to
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