Custard Cream…

3rd August 2025

Hello my most beautiful and precious starshine,

How are you my lovely? I really hope you’re keeping well and you’re enjoying a fabulous weekend. I hope all your loved ones are well and everything is okay. I hope you’re taking great care of yourself. I am thinking of you {} xxx

The tranexamic acid tablets reduced the blood flow considerably, but I’m struggling badly. My energy has gone and my brain is refusing to work. Brain hasn’t been this bad for a very long time. I’m needing a bit more oxygen as well. I know I’m writing this and it’s very difficult doing so, but I needed to after seeing the wonderful Doctor.

Peter Capaldi has been brilliant and it was heart breaking seeing him regenerate, but Jodie Whittaker is the perfect choice to procede him. She’s instantly loveable. It’s very exciting to see the TARDIS regenerate as well, reflecting each Doctor’s personality. Jodie’s is very atmospheric, warm and enigmatic. I love it.

I needed to write this after seeing the Doctor reunite with her TARDIS, and the console giving her a custard cream, which she happily eats. Custard creams are a bit like a TARDIS, you don’t see one for decades and then two turn up in two months. These lovely magic moments give me great comfort. I’ve always believed in magic. It disappeared for a while with this illness, but it returned with you and it’s remained ever since.

I really do hope we’ll be able to share a custard cream together someday. Perhaps on our special boat {} xxx

Take it gently my precious sweetheart and give yourself lots of love and care for me too. My love and comforting hugs are always with you {} xxxx

I almost forgot, I never knew Peter Capaldi is a musician. He plays the guitar brilliantly, especially in The Magician’s Apprentice episode. So cool. I do love his rendition of Pretty Woman. His song Sweet Illusions is magic as well.

It’s 17.13. I hope you’re thoroughly enjoying the cricket my lovely. Enjoy every exciting moment for me too. I love you. It’s 17.17 {} xxxx

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