What’s the real story?


Dear Hillary,

It has always amazed me that the men here can get up to such impossible situations that they end up having to ask you to get them out of their problems. It must be very wearing for you.



Dear Alfred,

What a dear sweet boy you are. Yes, it is difficult and wearing, and nobody during my training as an Agony Aunt told me it would be like this. However, you get stronger as you get older, and I don’t think there is any situation I haven’t met by now, after all these years since the days of hardship before biro pens and cling wrap. But you haven’t told me, Alfred, why have you sent me an email? You are not worrying about others who write to me – you are getting ready to write to me about your problems, when you are brave enough. I am waiting, Petal.

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