Dear Dennis,
I have an headache and have been excluding draughts from our windows and doors – went to go to the shoppe to get some more excluder but the door was stuck fast so had to send the boy out of the window to push while I pulled. We both ended up on the floor – well I was on the floor and he was on me. Saul thought it was good fun and jumped on us as well. The brunette has twice told me she is late this month … I reminded her I got her a sun dial last Christmas and a watch last birthday but she insists I’m missing the point. I’m nearly as old as you for goodness sake and can’t be doing with all this – am I missing something here mate? I think it could be part of some ruse to get me into full-time work again. Had the man in to fix the washing machine and guess what! he had the right part in his van! Brilliant! I’ve had trouble with my in growing toenail recently and its giving me some gip. I “operated” on it the other evening in the bathroom but swooned and banged my head on the basin. The brunette found me a couple of hours later when she got up in the night. I was sitting on the floor naked, looking dazed, rubbing my head and holding my foot. She just tutted, went to the loo then went back upstairs – apparently she thought it was another of my fantasies being acted out again. I took young Saul to the DIY shoppe today – the large inflatable Santa they’ve got frightened him so we snuck up behind it and surreptitiously punctured it with a 1½” oval nail we got from a bag in row 7 then hid round the end of the aisle and watched while it sank to the floor and the Saturday boy came along to examine it while scratching his head. Saul is not so frightened now but I pity the Santa in the next grotto he goes into. Got to go now as I’m on tea duty because the brunette is akip on the sofa and the boys want fajitas. Coincidentally we went house hunting yesterday – the brunette wants somewhere a bit bigger. I can’t see what’s wrong with our little two up two down but I’d better humour her.
Love to you and Carol
