Dear Mum and Dad,
I am writing this letter from my bedroom, and I have an important idea to put to you.
For my birthday, I would like a typewriter. A real one. Not a toy.
At school, Léa has one. When she types it goes clack clack, and at the end of every line there is a little bell that goes ding. On the tablet, there is no bell.
Her mum told her it came from Matypo, a workshop in France that mends old machines so they write like new. Apparently it is the loveliest present you can give a child.
Do think about it. I love you lots.


