love letters

Dearest Tony,

I fell asleep to the sound of your voice last night. I didn't mean to. I love news, your news and watch you read it so effortlessly from the auto cue each night before bed. I'd had a big day though, partly listening to one of your ABC colleagues, Emma Alberici, so I drifted off at one stage.

Back to you though. Last night you were especially in form. That broadcast journalist voice was soothing to my ears. Till you said one of my favourite words in the dictionary.

Vehemently. Oh, how I love that word.

And you said it so, uhh, vehemently when interviewing Thomas E Mann re: the Pennsylvania primary.

(For the record, I want to smell what Barack is cooking.)

It was like the blueberries in a crumble lover smoothie. Absolutely delightful.

Tony, je t'aime.

Kisses till 10:30,

Munchi Juice

PS. I really loved your tie last night.