Hi Jane, thank you for sharing this letter! I don't know why I reacted the way I did to it. I don't know you. I don't know Glen or Denis although I do have a former colleague and good friend who is also a Potvin from the great white north (aka Canada). I don't know what a Lawn Guyland accent sounds like, but I imagine from the context you might not make the role of Queen Elizabeth in a screen test, at least not the first one. (Just teasing you.) What do I know. I ain’t British. Lastly, I don’t have an elder sister. My baby sister is six years younger than I.

Yet, my eyes were welling up in tears by “Happy Hour”. I don’t know what triggered my emotional response. But it was a brilliant idea to write in forward-looking hindsight. So, cutting to the chase, I was wondering if I could mimic this idea and write my own letter to my five-year-old self? I can tag you if you allow me, too :D