I hope you and grandmother are both doing well. You must be finding the fog awfully stifling by now. I’m not sure I would be able to cope with it. In saying that the air in London is almost as bad, the air is polluted something terrible, but at least a bubblehead charm can clear all that up and the change of scenery is quite nice.
As I am unsure if this will reach you in the fog I'll keep this brief. I’m worried about you. We’re worried about you. Please come to London.
The summer holidays don't feel right without you.
The thought of you cooped up alone all summer does little to make me less concerned for you. I hope you at least have a good book or two to keep you occupied.
What of the rest of us? Should we lose a sister because she is so intent on hiding herself away from the world, from her own family?
Whatever happens he is still your brother. I’m sure he’ll Look I know you don’t want to hear more on the matter from me. Just promise to look after yourself.