THE MUCKY BUSINESS OF LETTERS TO HEATHER

As you know, I've been writing letters to Heather for 34 years. Though increasingly estranged, I still send her notes.

Since my escape from the institution, my relationship with my landlady Mrs Sheringham has grown tense indeed. She is ever more peculiar. All I have asked is for a little felt and tar to mend the hole in my shed's roof.

Increasingly, my letters have been secretly archived in tiny boxes. Yo will be able to glimpse these here over coming weeks and years...