Match maker, match maker...

Dear Heart,
It's strange how quickly human beings adapt to change. Sundays at home now consist of homework, a sausage dinner, a film in the afternoon and (apparently) a Bible study in the evening. I have yet to participate in one of these, and am coming to the cynical conclusion that they are an urban myth, perpetuated by my entire family.
Today Fiddler On The Roof (oh!) was on television. I sang along to all every number and Jacob decided Pippin should get in on the dancing. As it turns out, the poor thing has neither the talent or desire to pursue a career in show business.
Love, Lydia x