Dear Child,
Mummy has to go away on a boat that Daddy will be driving or floating or whatever one does with boats and what with sharks and stingrays and lord only knows what, and also with not being able to swim and with your father being the captain. I’m probably going to drown so I just wanted you to know that this is the sort of thing I go along with because I love daddy so much and I want him to think I’m a sporty, athletic, floatable kind of person instead of, you know, a middle aged lump of non-swimming-ness. Also I wanted to say that I always loved you best of all my children and you must fight for 80% of The Will (I’m taking your father down with me, if I go…. And name all your grandchildren Judith. Even the boys. If I had to put up with it they can too….
Much love,
Mummy
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