Nefoedd da! I can hardly believe my eyes! My dear Mrs Scrote, I see you still haven't gone to join the Choir Invisibule, though you must be at least a centurion by now - isn't that what you call someone who lives to be hundred?
Of course I am dilated that you are still among us. I too am still among us, as you can see, but, I tell you, dear, it gets harder every year, what with arthuritis, haerrimoids and inconsistence all making life a misery for a body.
Of course I am dilated that you are still among us. I too am still among us, as you can see, but, I tell you, dear, it gets harder every year, what with arthuritis, haerrimoids and inconsistence all making life a misery for a body.
Still, nil carborundum, as the late Mr Trellis used to say, up girl and at 'em, there's a dance or two in the old dog yet, etc. It's funny how you can be married to someone for forty-something years and most of the time not understand what they're talking about. Did you have the same problem with Mr Scrote? Or maybe there wasn't a Mr Scrote - I have sometimes wondered whether you were one of those Greek women, lesabians they're called, no offence, I was once fondled by a WAAF and I didn't flinch. Ah, the war years! Still, mustn't renimisce.
Anyway, I won't keep you, I expect you're still busy doing whatever it is that keeps your boat afloat.
Yours as before
Blodwen Trellis, Mrs, widow. retd.
PS What do you think of that Theresa May? I'm surprised they elected a woman without a bosom - they say she doesn't have a brain either, but who am I to judge? She wears nice hats, and that's something.
Anyway, I won't keep you, I expect you're still busy doing whatever it is that keeps your boat afloat.
Yours as before
Blodwen Trellis, Mrs, widow. retd.
PS What do you think of that Theresa May? I'm surprised they elected a woman without a bosom - they say she doesn't have a brain either, but who am I to judge? She wears nice hats, and that's something.
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