I received a note from Chloë yesterday, to the effect that when one’s favourite colour is blue then the Angel of Sadness is destined to be an overwhelming presence inhabiting one’s days. Very poetic, I thought, albeit in a very 19th century, twee and naïve manner. Enclosed with the note was a fragment of material torn, I think, from an item of intimate female apparel. Pinned to this was another note upon which were scrawled the words “Do you recognize this?” I have no idea what she’s talking about. Indeed, I don’t know who this Chloë person is. I can only assume the note was delivered to the wrong address.