You’ll never guess who almost set himself on fire via menorah. I wanted so send a photo just now but the website’s mad at me again. Paris was vying after Mom’s fish tacos and I think that’s how he did it. He did not notice until extinguished. Totally unharmed but his brain remains extremely small. The room smelled like burnt hair. Has your Hanukkah been as near-disastrous?
Not much else is going on. I went to my summer camp job’s staff party and won a mini plunger, lol. I’ve been feeling rather depressed. I haven’t started working on school again, and I need to do that. I’m just real tired. And caught a cold. Still kicking, at least. I’m glad to be home where it’s nice. England is very gray. We’re lucky that it is blue and vibrant here in the northwest winter.
I wish I had more to talk about. Too hard with another holiday in the middle. I will write to you again on Christmas. Grandma’s coming over this year. I love you.
With love,
Alice