h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I've decided to paint the cottage. I can't decide on what colour. I think I might consult the people from the indigo bottle. Oh. You don't know about them, do you? I've met a few of them. They don't often visit. And my neighbours aren't too happy when I mention these people. Actually the indigo people look normal except when you see them in the direct sunlight. There is something about their eyes and they are unusually quiet. The dogs adore them. That in itself is odd. Asha and Griffin like only Kate, you and myself. For them to take to others is strange to me. The people are friendly enough. I'm sure that you would like them a lot. No, they aren't blue. But they can play the most amazing music. One of them promised to help me with the guitar. I can use the help. I seem to have too many fingers that don't seem to listen to me. I'll see of any of them will come by when you here. I'm sure that we'll find some great treasure after tide and we can all have supper by the bonfire.
I hope that you are in good health. I've seem to be a bit under the weather lately. Kate says it's because I'm sulking about something and that always makes me slightly ill. I think it's because I spend too much time alone with the dogs. I sometimes forget how to talk. The dogs seem to hear my thoughts and no longer need voice commands. Not that I command them. They seem to have chosen to stay with me.
You know what funny. When I say your name their ears prick up. I have to make sure that I don't tease them about you coming over. And the flowers seem to remember you. What have you done to my land?

One of these days I'll tell you the poem I wrote in the sand about you.

Affectionately yours,