To all of you wonderful people in Australia, I can’t tell you what it means to have your sunshine on my blog. Thank you so much for bothering to write to me.
And to you, Dear Marmite Girl, my ulcers are fine now. I have never had them before, but I will remember to rub the black gold into my gums if I ever need to again.
As an old crank I used Mercurious Viv., a homeopthic remedy, and all is well.
This little entry is just to say ‘Hello’ to you all, but I must mow the lawn before Dominic turns up.
Dominic, who rides a bicycle, digs for England and has not so much green fingers, but more a pale shade of khaki. Whatever he plants struggles to grow, but whatever he prunes grows like a demon. He hasn’t been around for the last few months, not because the garden stopped growing but because he failed to give us his new telephone number. So to whoever has his old phone, I apologise for the filthy messages about beleriacs.
I’m working on a blog post about Brugge – Brughe. Very soon you will hear all about our time with the Phleghmish pholk. Cul8tr.