Good morning Sweetheart.
I’ve lost an umlaut!
It’ll be under your pillow.
I’m worried, it might have fallen into the Diphthong.
It’ll be back in Lancashire then.
I’ll never find it there – the ground is littered with aitches.
David says he doesn’t understand a word I write – but you do, don’t you?
Go back to sleep – or you’ll never find it – have you looked in the Co-op on Duckworth Street?
How clever of you – I remember now…