Dear older me,

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Congratulations on making a hundred, because I had money on me going way before that. How is life and what is it like? Are we still in our beautiful house?

Did you find that hundred pound you stashed in a book in 2008? I’m guessing not. The likelihood is that it will never be found. You must have thousands of books now, or tens of thousands as I have already got thousands.

How is R? And did we ever get a dog?

I’m guessing the house is sorted and the garden is a riot of colour in the spring and summer. Hope you still are able to get out and potter and prune those trees.

Did I get a cat? If I did I bet it was a Bengal and I bet you named it Spock. Live long and prosper!

How many of the original plates are left? I reckon there has to be at least one, but all the wineglasses are gone. Such fragile creations.

What kind of art do you have on the wall? Has my style changed?

I imagine you have replaced all the blankets with hand knitted ones and the kids all have their fair share as well. I’m hoping we still grow vegetables, even if it is only a few.

How are the kids and are they happy? That is all I wish for them, happiness.

How long did that biomass boiler last? I am guessing you have installed a log burner to supplement the biomass, although by then we may have another way of using fuel.

Did you ever managed to organised the utility room? I’m imagining not. I think that room will always need organising.

I hope you can read this and understand it. And I hope you are happy. Now, go put in a coffee cake because you know you can’t eat a commercial one, too many nuts…

Take care, Past Me.