Dear Grenada,
Oh, your infinite beauty! the wind blowing in her hair, the tingles down his spine and the tiny precious glint of light in her eyes. And me? I'll let you know as soon as I get a job that accepts middle aged dingbats and move out of my parents' musty basement, meet a beautiful woman, have a family and take them on holiday to Grenada in the first place. But until then, please reserve your beauty for the life I am yet to create.
Sincerely Dave x
