Dear Ma, 

        It’s been over a week since I’ve seen you and, boy, has it been hard.

        The train journey wasn’t much to brag about. I spoke to an elderly man who says he fought in WW1 so I paid my respects. He eventually forgot my name, and his own, so I thought it would be futile to talk to him. Most of the journey I stared out at the – forgive me if I spelt this wrong, mother – a herd of cous. 

        After stepping off the train, I was smothered by children trying to get to the village hall. I was fairly desperate to figure out who my foster parents were so I followed the crowd. Next thing I knew, I was being examined by complete strangers. I assumed this was a trial to find the fittest and in best condition so I let them. And – as much as I wanted to be – I wasn’t picked. I was glum at first but then I remembered you and little baby Watson and things didn’t feel so sad anymore.

        My foster parent, Arthur, insisted that I have tea but I assured him I had your marvellous food. I am still baffled how you made those scones so spectacular. I have a funny story about Arthur. As I was leaving for school, a beggar attempted to get money off me but I just stood and watched him climb up my legs. Arthur came out and told me to go inside as he ‘ sorted something ‘. Next time I saw him he had a bruise across his forehead and the beggar was deeply apologizing.

         Unfortunately, I have not attended school because of a horrible cough I’ve had all week.

         Remember, no matter how long I’m gone or how many people I meet, you will always hold a special place in my heart.

                                                           Lenny, love you very much.