Dear G**

Dear G**

We've spoken before but I thought I'd write You a letter. (I'm sure You don't get letters that often and almost everyone I know loves a letter in the post. Is it the same in Heaven?)

All is okay here on earth, I guess. I mean, things aren't meant to be too easy right? That would kind of defeat the whole purpose of why we were put here in the first place. (Well, at least that's what I think anyway.)

I'm in a bar at the moment, drinking a Stella. It's probably not a very good idea to just go ahead and blurt that right out to You, but I figure You probably already know.

I've had a stressful day. What am I talking about? I have had a stressful few months! We've never really spoken about how stressful being a person can actually be. Jees! If I'd known back in 1982 when I was born I might have just opted to come to this planet as a fish, or a penguin, or maybe a hippo. But then again, with all the people living on earth now - hunting and pillaging and barbecuing - that might have been a tough life too. I'm sure it's not that simple though; just choosing what you want to come to earth as. If it was there'd probably be very few people living on the planet. (Is that a bad thing?) It's not that I don't like people, I am one after all... It's just that as I get older I realise more and more that a lot of the stress I'm packing on board is caused by people (Myself included.)

We're a strange bunch, us people. Such an ingenious design all round, yet capable of such ghastly things. I guess that goes for most beautiful things though. I mean, look at the sun. Or rather, don't look at the sun! It's gorgeous, but it'll turn our eyes into deep friend Mars Bars. Or jaguars (the cat, not the man-made gas guzzler). They're gorgeous too but they're not exactly Mary Poppins are they? Try and pet one of those and see what happens.. (Well, not You. You'd probably be fine. I'm talking about people.)

Anyway, I should probably get back to my beer. I have a friend coming by in a bit for a chat and my husband is done reading his Wheels magazine so I should stop being so anti-social, if you know what I mean.

I'm not entirely sure where I should post this letter, so I am going to read it out to you when I get home.

Have a good evening,
Angela