In 2013 I went to Java, Indonesia, with the irrepressible Women of Letters gang, who had asked us to compose a ‘letter to a wish’. This was the result:
You are my wish. A late wish. One that always comes after. If my every action is the fart, you, mortification are the smell that lingers and my second greatest wish in the world is that I didn’t have you around. You attached yourself to me early, like the string of a helium balloon to the finger of a child. I missed out on fulfilling my first greatest wish in the world because of you. Of course you remember: you have a recall for awkward moments like Mr. Healy my primary school vice principle. Of course you remember Arbor Day …
You can read the rest of my ‘letter to a wish’ here, along with many other brilliant letters.