Dearest, (still experimenting with the greeting – I think I like dearest – I looked up the definition – in high esteem, precious in one’s regard) You know what I love? Airport pick-ups. They are one of my favourite things. I was at the international airport this morning collecting Jack and his girlfriend, who have been in Bali for 15 days. I arrived nearly an hour early and sat in my car with sweat running between my boobs drinking a hot coffee in 30-degree heat with 90 something % humidity, at a servo near the airport, I watched other cars park, and the drivers sit with a coffee and wait– none of us wanting to pay for exorbitant parking. I saw the same cars and people at the pick – up when I arrived after Jack messaged me.
Love you!