Smockin' it up
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"Good Morning"
WOES A PLENTY?? LOOK NO FARTHER THAN CALAMITY JOAN, AUNT-O-AGONY EXTRAORDINAIREY
Joan. A problem, arisen it is. Father of three (although it feels like three-score-seven sometimes!!!!) No. June is six, Paula five and Tybalt-Ye-Strongfeld eleven!! Are you kidding me??? A pickle.
Harry Herold
Harry, I didn't get my life, this job, this monocle without hard work and a little luck. Roll a dice, pick a card - the future is none the less misty.
Calamity.
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Dear Joan,����� What with two strapping kids and all, the wife and I decided last Christmas that we could well do with two young pups.� So, having purchased said canines, they were released unto kids (Hazza and Pheebie) and much joy ensued.� For a while - then things turned sour.� It turns out that old muggins 'ere is allergic to dogs over 2kg.� Ahem... Monsieur: une probleme.� With dogs (Buggy and Bouncer) fast approaching critical weight, yours truly is in, ahem, something of a quandary.� Being a dog lover, I am loathe to dispose of these adorable whippets, and to do so would break the kids' hearts.� So should I grin and bear it, or just scrap the ruddy hounds?
Yours Expectantly, Confused of Winchester
[Real Name: Boris Mississipi]
Boris, Please, please, please, don't put yourself at risk.� A hound's love is worth any number of infantile quandification
Take Care,
Calamity.
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Dear Joan, Terry,
Even if you had a head the size of a hound. Many people go through a cake or two.
A hot hunk clocked me in my togs.
Yours,
Yours truly.
Terry "Antwerp" Siney
C-J,
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Joan
Dear Joan,
What the... I open the window and see a sweet, sweet blanket of snow.� In all honesty, have we a path to turn to...?
Unfortunately, Portillo is a cucumber. A response?
Tippett
L.P. of Northern England
Dear Tippett, L.P,
For goodness sake, get your act together.� A woman's work is never done, so pull your bloody socks up and get a move on.� There's enough wrong with this land without the chattering classes creating problems all of their own.�
Please don't ignore the fact. Many roads maketh the basket, and the basket in this case is Portillo. I hope you will. I will.
Regards, Joan.
Yours Hopefully, Joan
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