Ben — As noted before, any of my phrases are yours to use however you wish, just as long as this arrangement is reciprocal [he says, eyeing your site with interest and no small amount of jealousy].

The commenter secretly notes these particular words down in his notebook to use himself one day and thus tacitly pass off as his own.

This feels like the sort of rotten comment ‘you’ might actually send if she (yes I agree!) were to bother to send a reply sometime; if indeed you were to send the unsent letter in the first place!

Beautiful writing, thank you for sharing.

Andre — [insert rhyming response here]

Bohémienne — I have lost my spray paint.

Ani — Calm down, calm down. You’ll be asking what happened to that bleedin’ moth next.

2ndhandsoul — Interesting question, thanks for asking. I have this kind of dream where I sit down and write the words of my posts and short stories in free-flowing long-hand, on paper, like I used to do when I was child. Sadly, my writing hand cannot keep pace with my hand. Only my fast, pounding typing can do that, so my words are generally written into a selection of curiously-named Notepad / TextEdit documents. It’s not quite the same, not quite as romantic as an ideal. But needs must.

NAGA — Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I’m looking for a packet of choc chip cookies instead.

[I sincerely apologise. Your words — these unanswered missives — they’re haunting.]

And here I am about to write a post about mincemeat.

You shame Sir.