Dear Gwendoline Silly rambling to practice writing... Dear Gwendoline: Hi! How are you? How was your flight to come back to your home? I hope all was good. Well, I'm writing you to warn you that you have forgotten several things here at my home... let me enumerate them: 1.- Your teethbrush. It was under the sitting room's rug. What it was doing there? Maybe Jonsey the cat stole it to you and hide it there, as a weird treasure? I don't know. 2.- Your fish rod. I found it into the wardrobe in the room you have been sleeping. Ah: bedroom is the word to name that room, I realized just now. But I didn't know that you like fishing! Why didn't you tell me? I don't like fishing at all, but I really enjoy walking besides the river and under the trees... We could have gone there together... We'll go next time you come here, OK? 3.- Your left yellow Katiuska. I found it into your bedroom too, hidden behind the red wooden stoll. I guess you forgot it there because the rush while preparing your baggage before your departure. It is a beautiful katiuska. I'll probably fill it with soil and plant a cactus on it. Or two cacti. Or do you prefer that I send back to you all this stuff? Please let me know. If you want it back, I will send it to you hanging from the little thin leg of my orange budgerigar Marcelino. I have a severe lack of money at the moment and I can't afford the payment of a parcel, but Marcelino would help us with this happily. Let me know. Kind regards from the other side of the Ocean, my friend. See you soon.