Dear Arid Places in Africa,
We appear to have your rain. Please can you come and collect it before we get washed away.
I have a hole in my sock.
In true form, once I've given up all hope and moved my attention onto a new thing, the old thing seems to pick up and wiggle it's bum at me.
Soft fruit should be compulsory.
My big toe is cold because of the hole in my sock.
Dear uncomfortable seats
Stop hurting my back