Chère inconnue,
I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was supposed to walk the red carpet with Queen Latifah at the Emmys, but that I didn't have a dress to wear. The only dress that fit me was a stained drop-waisted number found in an op-shop, which wasn't really suitable.
I made a decent meal tonight. Recently, I have discovered how easy it is to fry eggs. I have made them a couple of times as hangover cures. Tonight I made an Israeli soyburger with a fried egg and fried red onion, beetroot, Jarlsberg cheese, cucumber, tomato and tomato sauce and served it on toast. It was actually palatable! Who would have thought?