GUYS LOOK WHAT ARRIVED JUST NOW.
MUM LITERALLY JUST WALKED IN THE DOOR AND HANDED IT TO ME.
*breathes* That was so unprofessional.
Anyway, he signed the photo I sent along, and wrote out a little note on an index card. It wasn’t much, but it was a sweet gesture. I still adore that he opens his own mail and writes everyone back.
Thank you so much for your wonderful letter. The man who made me want to act was Paul Scofield. I saw him in a production of “John Gabriel Borkman”, by Henrik Ibsen, when I was fourteen, at the National Theatre in London. Look him up!
Needless to say, my night has been made. Possibly even my whole year.