Catherine Wheels...

Dear Spark,

Well, well, well, aren't you everywhere and in all things of late? You're a funny little thing aren't you? You spend months out of my life, not a glimmer, not a flash, and lately it's all I can do to stop myself calling 999 and getting the fire brigade out.

You keep popping up most unexpectedly, you care not for other people's perceptions of right and wrong, you care not for what is deemed appropriate and inappropriate, that's where the unfailing internal compass, that is known round these parts as morals, steps in. He has always had more power over me then you, but my goodness you're putting up quite the fight of late. I mean where black and white are concerned, morals has you over a barrel, but where I thought I was so sure of my opinions in other matters, namely the grey areas, that is where you are holding your ground. You're challenging it all, because it shouldn't work and on paper it doesn't work, but he's fun isn't he? He even blows the more handsome one out of the water, doesn't he? He is my dwarf to the Prince Charming and suddenly I am being challenged on the very thing I condemned Snow White for.

Spark you have a sense of humour. You are a mischievous little imp. You are an addiction I will never beat, because you hit fast and hard and leave me waiting for the next hit. Eyes flashing, grinning constantly, rounding bends with hope in my heart and mascara always on my lashes. You and your good buddy confidence are doing quite the job on me, a lethal team, lethal, I don't stand a chance and I like it...

Yours sincerely,