Dear Esmerelda,
I am sorry to hear that your cottage plumbing has mutinied on you. You should receive the hip boots I sent you very soon. I hope it is not too late. I have nothing momentous going on in my life, but I have to say I do not envy your eventful situation.
I am having a hum-dinger of a birthday extravaganza this year. I am busy packing my bags right now, preparing to start on a birthday journey. This weekend the Hardbottles got together to celebrate both mine and Bella's birthday, and it appears to be just the beginning of a festival lasting at least a fortnight. Tonight there is a March-birthday potluck at the infirmary where I work. Yes it is true that I am getting up there in years, and some would say that is no reason to celebrate, but getting older is so much better than NOT getting older.
I hope this letter finds you dry at last. My love to Druit and all of the little Bumbleroots.
Your long-time friend,
Ruby B. Hardbottle.
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