Susan Spiers (nee Hinebaugh) and I met as teenagers in Singapore in 1960. She was going to the American School there and I was at home on holiday from school in Australia. We started a correspondence that lasted several years. And even when marriages and moving saw it dwindle, then expire, we kept many of each other's letters.
That correspondence will now be exhumed in a new, as yet nameless blog.
I have my old letters to Susan, she has hers to me.
The little I have read so far of my old letters reveals a prodigiously pretentious poseur. My current friends will recognise me easily.
We will let you know when the blog bursts forth.