Dear Mickey

I'm on tablets. Things have been tough. But you already know this. You witnessed it. Mickey, I haven't cried a single tear in over a week. Imagine that?
Where are you Mickey? I feel like Keira Knigthley in Atonement with James McAvoy all lost in France and not writing. 'Come back...come back to me.' Whilst you're at it can you find Ali for me? You can write a joint postcard. One word. 'Hello'. It's all I need.
Bloody pets. You're all so me, me, me. You take Mickey and what do you give back? When I cried, you hid in the cupboard. When I didn't cry you'd come out of the cupboard and give me reason to cry. And now you don't even write.
Oh...hang on...did I leave you my address?

Shit.

Yours,
Hannah
(Best mouse companion ever)
((Okay, well not a very good mouse killer so an alright mouse companion))
(((Supplier of Plastic bags and drama)))
((((And an egg box bed))))