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Anniversary

Well I thought you would have understood ... it is our 18th anniversary on Saturday.

Yes, eighteen years ago we lay in the gorse on Wenlock Edge watching the gliders fly overhead. We just held hands but we knew this was a turning point in both our lives.

So despite the vicissitudes fate has visited upon us, we shall be together on our anniversary.

Can't wait

Your George

Georgie has forgotten to tell Anna something!

WHEN?

The date of our meeting?

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside

Give us a chance, you Swedish sophomore (I know you are not a sophomore, anymore...  but you try finding alliteration that fits your present status!)

Anyway, I have booked us a room in  a hotel in a certain seaside town (I am not telling you which town because it is to be a surprise).

I will say, however, that I have reserved seats on the 12.41 to London (I know London is not the seaside - it is only the first leg of our journey) and I will meet you in Swindon Railway Station's  'GW Grill and Bar' - at 11.30 am so that we may partake of a light  luncheon before boarding the train.

Pack only the minimum requirements - but obviously include your bikini (you know the one!)

Don't be late.

George

Exasperated. This is what one is beginning to get.

What is all this writing away on old typing machine?

Also you do not respond to my offer of seasiding?

Please reply...Pronto

Anna

What have they done to my world?

So you have finally written. Although in a long and complicated way. When all the time I know that which you are talking of.

Anyway I am glad you are feeling better.

You do not ask how I do in my examinations so I will be acquainting you of outcome.

Modesty forbides me from telling what grade of the degree I got but I will just say that I have been invited back for the Masters!!
So how is that then. Good, eh?

Also because of you not being communicating you have been missing my graduation ceremony where I put on gown and funny hat and get my scroll and my picture taken.

Dave and Sven attend, and my brother is so proud of me. He want take more pictures (not in University grounds but in secluded corner of park) but I tell him I am done with all that sort of thing.

Dave has withdrawn application to be Labour candidate because of how he is not in agreement with Mr Milliband's stand on Syrian crisis. But I tell him, look this situation is very complex in nature and before one goes sticking in one's nose you should ascertain (means find out) some more of how things really are on ground. Ground being Syria.

What do you know? He says to me.

But I wave my scroll in front of  his eye and say - Look, buster, what do you think this is, eh? I have now degree, and am very au fait (which is French for on the ball) with international situations, so watch your stupid mouth, lest you get academic lady's fist in it.

He has not mentioned since.

But hey, the summer is still upon us, and I am proposing for us a journey to the sea side? No excuses this time.

Write soon 

Your (still, despite everything)

Loving Anna.

Owning up

Well, Anna, what can I say?

My old Squadron Leader used to tell us 'Never complain, never explain.' (Although I think it might have helped at his Court Marshall if he'd been a little more forthcoming about the missing aviation fuel). 

I would, however, like to say a bit of something about my whereabouts - and conditon - over the past few weeks.

 Whereabouts is easy: I have been here. In body, at least

Condition? Well, not so good. I don't like labels, so I won't attach a label to what I have been suffering from... experiencing...over these past couple of months, but it has been real - and unpleasant. And physical as well as mental. At any rate it stopped me from doing much: writing or anything else. And it doesn't help one's relationships. So, attach your own label. 

Anyway, I have been feeling much better - let's see how it goes,

But how are you? And that jackanapes with whom you currently reside? Did he get selected as the Labour Party candidate? If so, what is your present relationship to him?

I am not as politically naive as he thinks I am. I once went on a week's cruise up the Nile, so I have a good grasp of the Middle East situation. Joke - but it isn't funny, what's going on there at the moment. It is the ordinary people who catch it - like in all wars. The folk who just want to be left alone to get on with their lives.


Anyway I have a throbbing head, and so cannot be sorting out that fermenting cauldron of tribal and religious conflict, at this moment.

I will leave you with this poem what I just wrote:

It’s never too late

(all you need is Love)

Turn off  the  Life Support,  mother,

Our Willie is ready to go;

Just let him finish

This pint of Guinness

And have a last fumble with Flo.

Oh look – he’s got an erection!

Take your hand off that switch, doctor-man –

He’s going to pull through –

Look what love can do –

We’ll cancel that funeral plan.

Write soon, Anna

George