Dear C.D.,

I wonder what it’s like for you, drawing and painting your magic world all day long, fairies and phantoms flying above your head? You must lose all touch with reality.

How do you cope when you come back to the real world?

Maybe your real world is magical too. I know you’re very rich. I wonder what sort of house you live in now? Perhaps it’s a gothic castle like the one in your pictures? You won’t have pairs of disembodied hands to bring you wine and platters of fruit and draw you baths and bring you fine robes – but you’ll have ordinary servants, I expect. And the blonde lady.

With love from

Violet

XXX