Dear Future Me

Dear Jethro, Your therapist made you write this. Actually that's a lie, she asked you to write a letter to your past self, and here you are doing the exact opposite. What a *****. Hope you're well. Oh it's always good to include some song recommendations in this isn't it. Well I doubt you've forgotten about Vienna Teng or Kate Rusby, but if you have you should go back and check them out. You're writing this on a Saturday afternoon at the tail end of Covid-19 (remember that?) You've just moved in with Valeria, and she's gone back to Italy to see a family. Things seem to be going quite well, fingers crossed. Did you ever learn Italian, bet you didn't. Never hurts to reread Triggers. You're caught in the money trap right now. Working too hard, for too many hours each week to invest for your future despite the fact that today you got £100 to spend at Amazon and have no idea what to spend it on. And when you read this you'll have no idea what you bought. Sam's kid's five/four now. That's insane. Sam's first kid I should say. Did you ever meet them? Ever hold them? Is your hair grey yet? Ha! Sucker. Time is very different when measured in these emails. This will probably be the one you remember best. I'm glad it's nice and long. Love yourself, Love me, Jethro