Letter to Thomas Fan, Mid November 2013
Dearest Son of mine, Wowee you are growing at a rate of I-don't-know-whats at the moment, physically and mentally. One moment I forget you are only three and a half because you are amazing me with witty conversation and worldly knowledge, and then the next moment I am reminded of your age when you crumple into an emotional heap of tears because I have told you that you can't eat fish and chips for breakfast and sweets for tea. I love it when I hear "I love you Mummy" and, "I am so happy, I just can't stop being happy", and words of wisdom such as "I know Mummy, what we need is a giraffe!". I like less when I hear "I am going to put you in the bin". You think you can fix anything "I'm an engineer", and if you can't fix it, I will be able to fix it, and if I can't fix it, Grandad will, in his amazing workshop with all the tools. I love that workshop too, you can definitely fix most things there. You and y