My Dear Morwenna
What a beautiful day it’s been – not known an Easter like this for many years. Been sitting in the garden but now I look like a bloody lobster and yes, the nose is glowing!
Mor, I must ask you about this hair straightener contraption that you suggested I buy. Not sure I’ve really got the hang of them yet – my hair seems to end up sticking out in all directions all over my head, that’s not right is it? I can feel it waving about in the breeze like a bloody peacock! Also, are they supposed to smoke when you’ve got your hair in them? I end up smelling like a damp dog sitting too close to the fire – can’t be right.
Going back to the past – I remember the Greek Islands with that bloke. God he was gorgeous, wasn’t he? Shame he got done for smuggling. Can’t remember the woman we cleaned for though, glad it didn’t last long cos I bloody hate cleaning. But hell yes, I remember the gardener and his mate. That was an incredible time and I learnt things there that I never even realised were physically possible. Who knew that you could get your legs into those positions? Maybe it’s something just the Greeks do, cos I’ve never managed it since!!!
Blimey Mor, we've had some adventures haven't we? What a life we’ve had and shared, and I don’t regret a single moment.
The woman in Sainsburys sounds a right bloody nightmare. Not bumped into her, and I’m sure I would have remembered. Seems we’re magnets for every nutter going. Which reminds me of that odd bloke in Greece who kept shouting at everyone and telling them they needed to wear red or they were doomed. You must remember him – he was dressed from head to foot in red – looked like a bloody tomato!
Must say I enjoyed our little night out the other week. That first bottle of Prosecco slipped down pretty quick though, didn’t it? But the prices they charge in these places is criminal – we would have been better off buying a couple of bottles from Tesco and slipping off down to the river like we used to. Mind you, the older we get the more comfort we need – a damp arse plays havoc with me piles these days.
Well my love, I suppose I’d better get on. Need to bring the washing in now – another pile of sodding ironing that will all end up in the washing basket next week. Makes you wonder whether it’s all worth it – maybe we should try our luck in the Greek Islands again!!!!
Talk to you soon love,
Be good.
Love Myf
xxxx
#hairstraighteners #thegreekbloke #greekislands #cleaning #nutter #prosecco #riverbank
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