Letter from Phyllis Naidoo to Friends
Two weeks ago I asked my British house guest about the Lake Districts and yesterday comes this giant post card of the very same thing. It is so beautiful thank you. As if that coincidence was not enough, I thoughts of you on Sunday and there was your post card the following day. I know I should not think of you. In Lesotho I found your namesake. She was a broader version, American and an English catholic nun with a squeaky voice. You have very little in common.