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love, rosie 327countries of the world that’s old, so you should thank your lucky stars that Ididn’t get started even sooner.Kevin called up for the weekend; he brought his girlfriend with him. She’svery sweet but I don’t know what she sees in Kevin. Did you know thatthey’ve been going out for a year now? Honestly that brother of mine is sosecretive; you practically have to beat the information out of him. You neverknow, there could be more wedding bells in the air for the Dunne family! TellDad to get that dirty old tuxedo out of the attic and to brush the cobwebs andmothballs off in preparation. He’ll be happy to know he won’t have to walkdown the aisle this time. (Honestly he had me nervous at my wedding!)As for my North Strand Palace, we might as well have no windows hereat all for all the wind they let in. It’s so cold and windy tonight, the rain ispelting off the windows. That lamppost from outside shines directly into thisflat, if only it could be moved a bit to the right then it could annoy Rupertinstead. Although it does save me money on the electricity. I’m halfexpectingGene Kelly to be standing outside dancing around with hisumbrella. Why is it movies can make everything look fun?Every morning I rise when it is pitch black outside (and you know it’snot natural to be up if the sun couldn’t even be bothered to get up), the flat isfreezing, I hop from the shower to my bedroom shivering like hell, I makemy way outside to the world where I have to walk ten minutes to my busstop in the wind and rain. My ears ache and my hair is in strings around myhead, I may as well not wash and blow-dry it at all. My mascara is runningdown my face, my umbrella has blown inside out, and I look like adisheveled Mary Poppins. Then the bus is late. Or too full to stop. And I endup late for work, looking like a drowned rat with clothes completely soakedthrough after having at least a few fights with a few bus drivers already,while everyone else has their makeup, clothes, and hair all perfect becausethey all got out of bed an hour later than me, hopped into their cars, drove towork, arrived at the school fifteen minutes before classes started, and have acup of coffee as a nice start to their day.Singing in the rain, my bum.Notice I’m writing to you today and not e-mailing and that’s due to theguy in the Internet café downstairs catching me one too many times staring