Hi, Arthur!
So I got in a row with one of the nurses today. Apparently she is allergic to peonies. Only the White ones, though! I've thrown them out now. That got me thinking about whether you have any allergies. I've sent Morgana an email to ask about it, but she has yet to reply - plenty of assignments to concentrate on, I suppose! But yeah, I definitely don't want to accidentally kill you with all my flowers. That would be very bad. According to the doctors, there are no "relevant allergies" in your records, but maybe you have some that they didn't consider relevant, you know? Better safe than sorry.
Will had the funniest idea the other day: a flower box boot. By which I mean he has mounted flower boxes inside his trunk, just beneath the window, and I will give him excess flowers to put in them. I hope you're not jealous that they won't all be yours. It already looks pretty nice with the pansies I had to get rid of this morning, and I think it might actually serve as a nice ad campaign for Ambrosius! Gaius should be proud of me, he really should. It's nice to have Will's car back up and running; I can tell he missed it, and the freedom it gives us is immense. This weekend we drove up to the moors. It was cold and bleak and very nice. Will had a cigarette and I wrote bad poetry and we laughed and it felt like a scene out of one of those coming of age films. Life's not all bad sometimes, it's important to remember that. It's important to remember that amid all the failures and accidents and betrayals and tears, I still have friends.
And so do you.
Gwen doesn't cry as much on the phone now. She sounded quite chirpy today, actually. I think Lance is really good for her, so let that be a comfort of you're still upset about the breakup thing. We're going down to visit her next week, Will and I, we're taking a couple days off work to go on a road trip. Then I'll meet him for myself and make some judgements for you about your successor.
I'm sure he's great; he would have to be to take over from someone like you! I hope you'll survive a couple days without me. I know you've grown attached to me, but it is important that we lead our own lives, pumpkin.
M.
