It felt safe, she had written, and Alfred thought about that for a long time. There was nothing special about the flat; it was a bare-bones two bedroom with a few windows that stuck and a roof that sometimes leaked, in a part of magical London that was passable at best. The most that it had going for it was that it mostly kept out the elements and his flatmate was out more often than not. Still, when he read Jo's words they resonated with him and he felt nostalgic — not for the flat so much as for the times spent in it. It wasn't the flat that felt safe; it was Jo.
25 February
Jo,
Yeah, let's keep writing. I'm working on getting the Voyager ready for long storage but by March I'll be moving on to taking all the Sanditon boats out of storage so I'll have plenty of time on my hands. It's not hard work.
We can meet up in the town you know. Send the name whenever you've got a date that you'll be back. When did you come back? To Britain, I mean, when you left before - not the little trips you're taking these days.
Alfred
Yeah, let's keep writing. I'm working on getting the Voyager ready for long storage but by March I'll be moving on to taking all the Sanditon boats out of storage so I'll have plenty of time on my hands. It's not hard work.
We can meet up in the town you know. Send the name whenever you've got a date that you'll be back. When did you come back? To Britain, I mean, when you left before - not the little trips you're taking these days.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER