Dear Ms.Alexander,

Thank you for finally seeing me.

"Are you lonely in here?" you whimsically ask, in your NZ drawl.

I hope you had fun at the theatre last night.

"Yes," I reply in my faux-infantile voix. "I might start waltzing with the clothes soon." Oh, but... now you've gone! Was it something I said?

COME BACK HILARY!!!!!!!!!