Dearest,

I have thought of forty-two different ways to deliver bad writing. Firstly, but not obviously lastly, through pigeons. It's problems are compounded in part in parks. Secondly, one word could spell the end. Thirdly, watching DVDs. Fourthly, typing out all your pointlessness in a cocoon. Fifthly, chopsticks are two-fold origasmi. Sixly, we regret to say, "crumble!" but "crumble!". Seventhly, and probably heavenly, create three hibernating weavels from knitted noodles soaked in cardboard lobsters' claws. Eighthly, invoice bulky baggage by beggar blinking.

So, ninethly, but not before bedtime, I usually ask folk whose eyes crossstitch, PLEASE would someone STOP.
Tenthly, will I ever teach the bastards that manners are not more expensive than trout? I flee.
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Forty-twothly, one good method is to wish upon your wrinkliest grandma for thirty-one others.

Thankyou for your tenacity. Wally.

Lots more love than you need or deserve,

Gilly. and bean. and my cringeworthy companion roy.