Dear So Bloody What,
I wanted to write you this blog because of the hole in my roof that still isn't fixed, the roofer who didn't have his own ladders, and for still not having a roofer who can guarantee he will actually turn up and sort out the slates. And also because of a particular man who never seems to notice that I am really quite nice, like beyond-friend-nice, like really exceptionally lovely when I want to be (and still single). And for the fact that I am approaching 37 in a couple of weeks and am becoming more and more creased and curved in the wrong places.
I want you to deal with these things in your own So Bloody What way,