The Stars' Tennis Balls [antikvár]

I It all began some time in the last century, in an age when lovers wrote letters to each other sealed up in envelopes. Sometimes they used coloured inks to show their love, or they perfumed their writing-paper with scent. 41 Plough Lane, Hampstead, London NW3 Monday, June 2nd 1980 Darhng Ned - I'm sorry about the smell. I hope you've opened this somewhere private, all on your own. You'll get teased to distraction otherwise. It's called Rive Gauche, so I'm feeling