| Dear Stephen, how are you, love? Just thought I'd drop you a note whilst you're busy writing your reply to any of my previous letters, I know you're busy with all your wireless work. Enclosed are another bunch of cuttings from the newspapers. My goodness we're in a state over here. Did you read about that protester who knocked the head off a �150,000 model of Mrs Thatcher ? �150,000 for a model. (Your Airfix planes never set us back that much, did they, love, remember? Oh, and all that glue) I mean did ever hear of such a thing? He said he did it because he felt it represented the ills of the world�s political system, silly sod. I mean what ills is he on about, exactly. I thought things were looking up a bit, after all the troubles, you know. I mean even the royals are coming down to earth these days. I read Prince William is keeping in touch with his old school mates by joining that Friends Reunited like you did, son. Cost HIM a fiver, too, say's here, just goes to show, eh. And next time you all link up or whatever it is you do, tell him I think he's a lovely boy, I really do. And tell him about this belly dancer from Cardiff, who's on tv as I write, she's helping women drivers pass their test by teaching them to relax. Oo-er. She does look funny. Your dad's quite distracted, too. I've changed to channel 5, for him. There's a commercial on for these new Pot Noodles. They say they�re adding something "rather adventurous" to their new range of noodles, whatever that means. Some flavour, pahaps, love, eh. Oh, well, better get back to things, now. Almost finished another sweater for you Stephen. Should be finished in time for summer. Did Peter like the one I sent him? Do hope my polo neck pattern worked ok for him. Do give him our love. Take care, now. Love, Mum. |
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