Dearest Aurelie,

Thank you for not putting enough oil in with your frying courgettes (zucchini) tonight.  The night air was quite refreshing along with the fire alarm blaring through the neighborhood, like church bells...church bells from hell.  You had to admit your fault in front of all the Hermit Croft residents and sadly your cute French accent couldn't hide you from their looks.  I must say the Scottish fireman was quite a riot, esp. after he lectured the 4 of us- like an angry father disciplining his 4 rebellious teenage daughters.  The most ridiculous part must have been when the kindhearted RA, Steven, came to if we were all right.  "You all look a bit shaken up.  Who needs a hug?"  No response.  "You need one."  Coming right at me.  I tried to look away, but no, he gives me a friendly Scottish hug awkwardly across the dinner table.  O dearest Aurelie, thank you for sending that smoke billowing up to the smoke detector- you have made my night unforgettable. 

Cheers.  L.