How I met your father
Dear Freyja and Emily,
I want to tell you a story. Once upon a time – as all good stories start – there was a young lady (well, at aged 30 she liked to believe that she was still young). She was very sad as she was all alone with only a cat to keep her company. She longed to meet someone to fall in love with. She looked hard for her handsome prince, both on the Internet and at Speed Dating events, but her prince seemed nowhere to be found. One day the young lady’s fairy godmother (or rather, colleague at work) suggested that she meet a friend of hers. One cold Monday in January, the prince arrived in his carriage (VW Golf) at the lady’s house and whisked her away to the nearby town where they talked and laughed together all night. The lady knew that she had met her Prince Charming.
They moved into their own castle together, got married and had two beautiful little girls. This may seem like the end of the story, but it was actually just the beginning….