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[keepcalmandcrackon]

I feel that after several months with you, acting as a bit of occasional moral support, there's no need for formality, so let's just soldier on to the heart of it, shall we? I know you've a tendency to pick up new creative endeavors when you're stressed, and to some extent, I'll admit, it serves a a decent tonic. All the same, I commend you for lasting this long in waiting to write me up any form of application. Anything worth doing is worth doing well, after all, and I'll not go anywhere half-cocked. Even if, as you've said, there are those who would be eager to see me.

Give it a bit more time yet, old girl. You've done splendidly thus far, a bit more wait won't hurt anything. If nothing else, I know poor old Gladstone is about somewhere, and for some odd reason, I can have plenty of conversations with... Myself.