I'm going away on holiday tomorrow, Grandad, to the Lake District. I'm going on a camp there. I've got no memories of my own of the Lake District, but remember how obsessed I used to be with Arthur Ransome's "Swallows and Amazons"? I'm finally going to see it for myself.
I wanted to thank you, and thank Grandma too. She couldn't understand, of course she couldn't, so I'll tell you. You see, she put my pocket money up last month, to thirty pounds instead of fifteen, which meant that mum could put mine down to five instead of fifteen ... which meant that I can carry on dancing despite the extra cost.
I'm not sure if any of this will make sense to you when you can't see what's in my head, but perhaps you can understand how grateful I am.
Oh, and Grandad? I won a little trophy at dancing the other day. So your champion is getting somewhere.