Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, if you see me going to work wearing trousers, flat shoes, glasses and no make-up, don't bother asking if it's going to be a tough one. The look I'll give you will tell you more than you wanted to know.

Dear future hubster, please keep in mind when planning our future bathroom, that while a bathtub may not be an absolute necessity (although it would definitely be considered as a strong asset), shower curtains can under no condition be even anywhere close to a bathroom I choose to have. I hate shower curtains almost as passionately as Yannis hates the metric system. I hope you understand. They are sneaky, those shower curtains!

Dear future hubster, please don't ever upset me to the point that I light up a cigarette. I actually really don't like smoking.

Dear future hubster, when you see me cooking risotto at 8 in the morning, don't ask if something is wrong. Something indeed is, so have fun figuring out what. If you see me intensly scrubbing and bleaching all visible surfaces in the flat, you can start worrying. And if I do it without any music on, well, you'd rather just run.

Dear future hubster, I told my gramma that you're an astronaut. That explains why you're never around - you're on the Moon or some other obscure planet waiting to be conquered. You'd better have your crazy alien stories ready.