I have written a letter to ask whether we can get together and have a bit of a chin wag, but I doubt whether I will hear back.

It's a bit of a bummer, but I just have to take it on the chin and keep working on it.

She brought out every single letter I'd ever written to her, she's kept them all.

Wag the Dog.

With a lift of his chin, and a bit of a grin/ Without any doubting or "quit it,"/ He started to sing, as he tackled the thing/ That couldn't be done, and he did it.

The word that is heard perishes, but the letter that is written remains.