Three is a charm....

I was now on a roll of letters. Not literally, I wasn't actually sitting on a rather large roll of letters which I had previously written. I had two in the bag and I wanted to write more. It was lunch now at the cricket I had spent the last hour and a half writing my letters, and I had FHM in the bag, and i was about to have FHM in the bag if you see what I mean.

Here is my third letter. After this I would be on my own, no magazines, no addresses secretly hidden anywhere, just me and my imagination. I hoped in a way that like the fruit who lives at number 12 my imagination would take me nowhere but back to bed, but it all went kind of wrong, but i'm sure you will read all about it as I tell the story of my letters!