Ten years , to the day, since you abandoned me. How have I survived?
I will not enquire about you-know-who . Huh, why did we every marry them?
We should have had the gumdrops and gone gadding about the world. We’d be married to a couple of millionaires, instead of our grumpy old codgers! Could I trade him in for a decent handbag, what do you think?
Anyway the point of this monologue is: I am – going digital! Please write back with your email address!
Also , close your mouth before all the flies zoom in and give you all sorts of peculiar diseases, like poor Mrs. Henry next door!
Being digital will be a great blessing. It means I won’t have to do the dreaded gauntlet run into the village to get a stamp or post a letter.
How nosy are people these days? Last week, Mr. Dunne suggested it was time I invested in a new boulder holder, (his exact words), I told him he would be better off if he solved his own problems first, like his spouse’s rambling problem.
He’s still staring at me for that one. I wonder how long it will take him to find out about his missus?
Lots of love,