Dear Angie, I Am An Expert Cartwheeler Person
Yesterday, I introduced you to my childhood chum Angie and her favourite colours – rainbows, pink and glitter. 
We became pen pals and bracelet buddies aged seven, but lost touch until recently, when our paths crossed again, this time purely by chance – in the blogging world. Holy coincidence Batman!
Today she published the very first letter I wrote for her in 1989, on her blog – here, here – and (just in case you missed it) here.
For the record, my mother still cooks the best roast potatoes in the whole wide world, but no longer cuts my hair (read my letter and you’ll understand).
