Dear Mum,
I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it in time for Christmas. I miss you both so much.
Thing is, I got a little caught up in 18th century Italy. We met Giacomo Casanova. Yes, the one! We helped him escape prison. He didn’t really belong there anyway. Watching him and the Doctor interact was… interesting. Somehow they ended up betting on which of them could get Voltaire to reveal his real name. The Doctor lost. Now he owes him a chicken.
Oh, and you’ll never believe what I saw last week! Vogue is celebrating its 400th anniversary with an exhibit that includes hundreds of photos. And surprise, surprise, there you were! You looked so beautiful. You always do. You still haven’t told me why you quit that job.
How’s dad? Hug him for me, will you? Is he still considering getting a proper medical degree? Not that I don’t believe he could, but I don’t think he fits the job. He’s a nurturer, not a fixer.
I promise I’ll come visit soon. I’m just about to embark on a quick expedition to a library that occupies a whole planet. Can you imagine that? A planet sized library? I can barely picture it. It’s an archeologist’s playground, is what it is. Well, anyway, I swear I’ll come by after this. Just in time for your birthday, I think.
With love, always,
Melody
