I hope you are all well. I have a little news -- I'm now sadly off the market for good. High Tower asked me to marry him and I agreed. My mother is ecstatic she has waited her whole life to organise my wedding and this is very much her moment! I was very excited for the first few days but I think that is my girly threshold. I can only talk dresses, flowers and rainbows for so long. You boys get off rather lightly will all that kind of stuff and are just expected to turn up really. Anyway, it's my mother's big day - I'll leave it to her, I know she'll do a stirling job. She'd be a wizard if you need any logistics support out there. The conflict would probably be over in a few weeks after she'd hand-bagged the Taliban to death. They've got it all wrong sending you young chaps out there - what you need out there are some Pony Club DCs and other scary middle aged women with booming voices, a fatal set of canons and bob's your uncle, problem solved. Sanjay, please raise my points at your next command meeting.
Still trying to write a novel - it'll come but some days I stare at the screen until my eyes bleed.
Pitching a sitcom idea on Friday. I'll let you know how that goes....
This time of year is not particularly interesting in the UK - you guys are spoilt with entertainment. I have to wait to shoot a gun until September (let's face it I'm not going to able to afford to shoot Grouse ever ever ever) so don't take your firing for granted!
Looking forward to celebrating your safe return.
LL Charlie xx (I'm sorry about marrying the Royal Marine but he's very insistent about taking me off the market especially with the Micks taking my attentions! You remain in a secret part of my heart!)
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