Tuesday 2 August 2011

Helen, Dearest.

Helen looked all young and girlish again today (she was still getting asked for ID in pubs when she was thirty three, but she's been looking a bit more womanly of late.) I asked her why and she said it was because she was happy.

'Happy? How do you spell it?' I asked.

No, I didn't. I like it when Helen's happy. She still let me buy the drinks.

I also bought a new lawnmower while I was out. And they've introduced parking charges at the station. And the train fare has gone up. Today was expensive.

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