Dear Hermione,
I can't believe how long it's been since I last wrote to you. While it feels like little more than a week, it's really been well over a year. The children are growing up quickly – they are seriously testing our patience with their behaviour at the moment. Fortunately school is back in session after the half-term break, and Ginny only has one to deal with for most of the day.
Our recent trip to Devon to visit the Burrow was fraught with tension. The moment we arrived Molly upset Ginny, who was then miserable the entire time we were there. Arthur seems to show little interest in anyone these days – it was quite saddening, really. The rain didn't help, as we were stuck inside with little to do for the most part.
We came back early and spent a few days at home which was far more pleasant. The kids played outside while I worked in the garden. We went on a family broom ride and they played in the new sand pit we bought. Ginny thought it'd be fun to build it the 'Muggle way', which ended up taking over three hours. Unfortunately, that combined with all the other work I did, left me with aching hands, a sore back and aggravated that old knee problem I used to have.
Work is still the same – busy busy busy. I had about eighty messages to read through when I got in this morning. I should hear about that possible new job within about a week too, so that's exciting – so long as they offer me more money of course!
I seem to recall your last message mentioning exams about now. Well, I hope you do well in them, but since it's you we're talking about, there's not really any doubt about that is there.
I apologise for sending such a mundane letter, but it kind of helps me to pretend that the gaping hole in my life where you used to be isn't really there.
Forever yours,
Harry