I do not envy you in the slightest, but nevertheless I can freely confess how happy I am for you. I must protest that there is no such thing as too Irish a name (as I'm sure your husband would agree) but even better, little Nicholas has the fortune to have been born just a mere day before I was! (I'd say this bodes tremendously well for his character, but here I suspect your husband would not agree.)

Anyway, I'm glad he's well and that you've survived, and I'd never mind your hair being in any state - indeed, I would be your friend if you had no hair - although, having been stuck as a wren for the best part of the month, nor have I any right whatsoever to criticise anyone's appearance, when I am now more used to having feathers.*

P.S. If that Witch Weekly advertisement was your doing, dear little Nicholas might be growing up motherless.

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