Letter to Rebecca #24-24

Weather, music, more music and persiflage

In this rather late epistle, Terry waxes lyrical about Tosca, Fats Waller, and a grooved up version of Vivaldi that probably has the red priest turning somersaults in his grave. Yes, it’s another instalment in the Rebecca-Terry correspondence. Who says epistolarily writing is dead?

Dear Rebecca

Thank you for your delightful letter.

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