Dear Stef,
C and I have now started planning your return. We are going to turn your room back into the brothel, well the room it once was - only a LOT cleaner (sheets included).
We are buying all your favourite food in preparation for a busy day of visitors, without you the place is already clean :-) All ingredients have been bought for the chocolate crackles.
There has been a few changes- the vegetable patch is now a necessity for starters lol. When your accountant says to you 'man you are doing it tough' things MUST be tough so be prepared to come back and work. I was trying to figure out if there is a pub left that you can work in, we may have to research that.
There is a letter here from the RTA addressed to you, it was lovely to not get worried when I saw it. Having not been in the country I knew it wasn't a speeding/parking/idiot fine, simply a gentle reminder to renew your P's, unlike the last letter I opened as it looked a bit too official for my liking. It was a summons to court for an unpaid medical bill that you had yet to pay. A quick phone call later it has now been resolved.
IDIOT.
Not long now.
Love Mum xxxx
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- One Down, One to Go
- “And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” Abraham Lincoln (American 16th US President (1861-65),
1 comment:
food sounds amazing and of COURSE it wasn't a speeding/parking fine. im too good of a driver. greatly appreciate the sheets and if you'd remove the accumulated pile of charlottes breakfasts from the past few months id appreciate that too. :)
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