Remember the mantra we both used when looking at the stars?
The stars are shining tonight and we are flooded here. . .
I really want to tell you that I saw a shooting star tonight.
It's true! Maybe it's true. . . The moment I looked up, I clearly saw a beam of silver light flashing past, emitting a dizzying light. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a plane or a big bird.
I made a very old-fashioned wish. Hope you are well there.
Britain is a country that is both strange and familiar to me.