This bloody awful English weather is making one wish to be back in Sweden. Also with the depressing Dave who is still in state of suspension from employment and is getting under one's feet all the time, is pissing one off and no mistake.

Well, Georgie, what you say about other way of knowing, this I think is correct. I always go with what you call gut reaction:
I have got to know a lot of things by feeling them.

And one is of the opinion that sometimes all this talk talk gets in way of real stuff. I am reminded of song which say "Don't talk of love - show me." That will do me, buster.

I look at this page 3 in paper what Dave is now reading and see these girls which look like big plastic dolls what have been pumped up in pneumatic manner. Totally non sexual are these women to me.

I tell this to Dave and he says, well I will not pin behind lavatory door then. And then he laugh and say he is joking.

I remember how you tell me previously about this girl with diminutive breasts called Polly, who work in circus as contortionist and you call her your flexible friend. Am I correct? You say she dump you because you can never see things from her angle?

I think you are perhaps making up this story - not the breasts bit but circus and contortionist part. Because how come you get to know circus peoples? You will be telling one next as how you did work yourself in circus as human canonball. Ha, ha. Just because I come from Sweden do not think I was born day before yesterday.

But to come back to breasts - I am agreeing with you as how size of bodily components do not matter. Except perhaps in adult movie business. Although example of democratic nature of such business is how it cater for ladies who are not well blessed in this respect, having created what one might call a niche market especially for these ladies. But that is by the by.

Now we are coming to the more important question of our next venue.

Well, I have surprise for you. I have been working part of the time in Railway Hotel as barmaid, in order to be substantiating my income while doing student work at same time.

Recently I do small favour for landlord in cellar. Time has come for taking inventory of all stuff in hotel, and Mr Wormold (that is his name) his wife is on skiing holiday. So I lend him my hand.
I count all barrels of beer and bottles of wine and spirit and other stuff and writing down.

Railway Hotel does the bed and the breakfast, and Mr Wormold say we can have two nights free! On account of all extra effort I put in to him.

Is not that splendid? (Actually, hardly anybody stay here because place is crap. Still it will do for our purposes admirably, I am thinking.)

Do not worry about possible noise because hotel is no longer near railway. That part of line have been closed for many years and rails removed and is now cycle track. So I am thinking hotel should be called Cycle-track Hotel. I say this to Mr Wormold but he say brewery would not like this name. This is trouble with you English you are so binded by tradition.

Anyways you just needs tell me when you can make for the weekend here.

Hope shitty weather not causing you depression. more than usual,

Action is antidote for depression so let us get with it, eh?

Yours who can hardly wait

Anna

ps. One other good news piece - the university people have agreed  my dissertation on Swedish porn industry. So I shall now get one's teeth into it, as you say.