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Apr. 29th, 2011
Mr. Morgan,
I have not had a chance to see you since Christmas time, and after talking about your teashouse many times during this trip, I have decided to write you a letter, even if it might not be 'proper' to send such an unexpected correspondence.
You may be wondering how I am getting along. I am sure you have heard rumours, and perhaps Anna has mentioned seeing me in the teahouse a few times. But I have been doing some of the most excellent that I have in the past three years. I am actually writing this letter while in a dirigible flying over the Irish Sea. Yes, the Irish Sea. I am find it it difficult to believe that I have just been to Ireland myself! I had a letter to see delivered, and after going-over contacts with my brother-in-law, I decided to do as my late-partner would do, and thus caught a flight to Belfast. I am glad that I did, even merely for the look on the woman's face. She had for the past year believed her son to be dead, and her & her husband even had a grave for him. I was asked by this boy-Louis Plumb-to get a letter to her explaining what had happened, and now am returning to London with a care-package for him.
I have not had a chance to see you since Christmas time, and after talking about your teashouse many times during this trip, I have decided to write you a letter, even if it might not be 'proper' to send such an unexpected correspondence.
You may be wondering how I am getting along. I am sure you have heard rumours, and perhaps Anna has mentioned seeing me in the teahouse a few times. But I have been doing some of the most excellent that I have in the past three years. I am actually writing this letter while in a dirigible flying over the Irish Sea. Yes, the Irish Sea. I am find it it difficult to believe that I have just been to Ireland myself! I had a letter to see delivered, and after going-over contacts with my brother-in-law, I decided to do as my late-partner would do, and thus caught a flight to Belfast. I am glad that I did, even merely for the look on the woman's face. She had for the past year believed her son to be dead, and her & her husband even had a grave for him. I was asked by this boy-Louis Plumb-to get a letter to her explaining what had happened, and now am returning to London with a care-package for him.
This letter was not my only reason for going Above ground, of course. My sister-in-law is ill and had requested for me to visit her. I spent around a week in Suffolk & Essex with them, and then a few days at my own home in Gloucestershire. I know that these are all places that you have only heard about, and must seem like strange lands. But I am returning to London now, in any case. And I will certainly be making visits into your teahouse again.
I hope that you are at least in good health,
---L.S. Cassius
