My dear
Mowenna
I am so
very sorry love, I have so neglected you lately – will you forgive me? No real excuse either except that I’ve been a
bit distracted recently and a lot going on in my head.
How are you
coping in this heat? It’s a bloody nightmare, isn’t it? Even more so when
you’re already sweating like a bloody pig at the best of times. I’m spending
most of the day chasing the shade round the garden. But it’s not just the heat,
it’s those bastard little black flies that stick to your sweat, crawl up your nose and in your ears. In fact, the sods get into all the crevices. God knows how many of the little buggers I’ve swallowed this week.
And as for
the ants – Jesus Christ we are just overrun with the little fuckers.
I went in a
Nandos the other week – have you been in one? I thought it would be something
quite special because them on Facebook keep boasting about eating in Nandos
like it’s some fancy place up the West End. But I have to say I was not
over-impressed. The food was ok but nothing special – just 30-billion things to
do with a chicken.
The other
thing with this heat – do you find it makes your facial hair grow quicker?
Christ, I’m having to give my face a good pluck every day at the moment.
Oh and the
sights you see when the sun comes out and it seems the hotter it gets, the more
is exposed. Why oh why do they insist on showing all? Now I have my fair share
of flesh, but I do not feel the need to put it on display to the world and his
wife. I mean, would you go out looking like that that?
So the kids
have broken up from school round our way. It’s good in one way cos I can get
out the end of our road in the morning and get where I need to be in good time
without getting caught up in the never-ending stream of precious little
darlings being driven to school by mummies and daddies who are already pushed
for time and think it’s their right to be in front of me. What’s wrong with
the precious ones actually walking for a change? The downside to the school
holidays is that they are everywhere. Running riot in the shops, screaming and
bloody shouting at the tops of their voices. Yeah, I know I should be more
tolerant but this sodding heat does not help with patience, does it.
Gawd, I’m
having a good old moan today. It’s time we had a night out Mor, bring a bit of
fun back – what do you say? I could do with a gallon of cold Prosecco right
now. Talking of which, the sun must be over the yardarm somewhere so I’ll get
the gin out I think.
Better go
and see to some dinner too – it won’t be a fucking chicken that’s for sure.
Take care
love and speak soon.
Lots of
Love
Myfanwy
xxxxx
