Dear Kevin,
Well, I've just finished watching your programmes about making and living in a shed, and I must admit I did "shed" a tear or two at the end of the series. I must admit at not seeing your lovely, craggy, face every Sunday.
You're tall, intelligent, and have attractive, yet not too male bimboish features. Even your wrinkles are lovely.
I was disappointed that you didn't get your shirt off for the hot tub scene, but then again, it's nice that you're not slaggy about showing off your torso to all and sundry.
I was a bit miffed at seeing the old women sort of touching you when they were measuring up a sustainable alpaca gown for you, but babe, I know where they're coming from.
I have a dressing gown. You have a dressing gown. Not being funny or anything, but on the Internet and in my living room, I'm kind of a big deal, yeah?
So you and me, yeah. You like architecture, I have a house or two. Maybe you could have some "Grand Designs" on me? I know we'll have some tough times babe. But what about it?
Kevin, I love you.
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