Tuesday, 1 April 2008

A NOTE FROM HOME

My Dad occaisionally gets it together to send me an email when he can. Here is the latest:

Howdy. Fuck knuckle haven't heard from you 4 yonks. Wot r u on? can't be speed ya friggin lurcher. Mind you wouldn't be surprised wot you'ld have a puff at?
How's the painting. Finished? Dick of a job unless you really like playing with a bit of btush?
Been to Deutchland recently? Got a new resident who is P lish but yaks away in German quite a bit. Keeps me on me toes
Sara brought the kids down for a couplea days, Goodness me they have grown. and get smarter every time you see them.
Took a tumble in the bathroom the other day. Jesus your head bleeds. no stitches. just a pressure job and plastic pull togethers. Fme that hurt, the wheel chair tipped backards when I overcalanced into it'BANG knocked meself like a light' not sure how long out, but long enough for a puddle of blood about a meter across to drip into the drain. Fark! Hurt the muscles in the back of me neck moostly. Silly twat,(me!)

I hope everything is well with you, mate? I wish I could take you to some of my old hasunts in Londinium. Maybe not if the population are still alive they've got to be a bit oldish--eighty-ish or more. Fark.
See you. YER DAD WHO LOVES YA. cHEERS.



xx Lektrogirl

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