You reply pronto, for which I am gratified. Thank you. And you will see that I am reciprocal also.

Yes, you are right.
I am not really interested in social doings of your little country because of having doings of my own life what is quite complicated enough
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But, my darling, if it is bothering you then I read carefully what you are saying.

Such views you are expressing I think are not making any sense to me. For what can be wrong selling the alcohol to adult what has kid type person with her? What if she single mum like what goes on your Sticky place? Is she to leave small infant behind in house all by himself exposed to who knows what dangers in this crime-ridden country what you have. I read newspapers.

Surely is better bring baby toddler to supermarket, safe and warm in perambulator (also excellent place to store bottles of wine, vodka and other such boozy drinks to take to car.) Using such means she would not need bring trolley back to storage place in pouring rain like you have in England, leaving infant alone in car, so as could be snatched away by some sad woman what cannot have baby. This too, I read is happening often.

So how can you be agreeing with such nonsensical going on?

Then I think – wait just a minute, Anna. Perhaps Georgie is having the joke. Maybe this what English call the “irony” So I look up word in dictionary (M&S, half-price in sale) and it says “Irony – The expression of humour through the use of language which normally signifies the opposite, usually for humorous effect.”

Is it such humorous effect that you seek?

Now, my sweet, to more serious matters.

I am touched at your concern for Anna’s comfort and safety, and advice given regarding suitability of various types of truck for purpose of transportation from docks to Swindon. (Though I do not know why you think I might want be sniffing at certain type of vehicle. I would not go sniffing round any vehicle. I am not police dog what go searching for drugs)

Anyway, I look at England map and suddenly idea pops into head. The place Purley is on way from Harwich to Swindon! What luck! I could be killing same bird twice with one stone.

Remember I tell you Big Winston is residing in Purley? Well, Sven has talked often about me to his friend and he say he would love to meet me. And I have always found ethnic gentlemen from these warm and sunny lands of Jamaica very friendly, and generous with their affections. So why not do I pause journey and make acquaintances with this large man? We could be having coffee together at pavement cafe. Also Winston perhaps tell me what is happening to Sven since I have not heard from my brother for some time and fear he is rotting away in dungeon of Tower of London.

This place I would very much like sometime to visit with you – tower, not dungeon - and see beef eating men in funny costumes, also ravens what cannot leave tower until monarch is dead. Not just this but historical sights like big chopping block on which heads of wives removed by Henry Eight. Not himself of course – he have nothing against these women personally (unlike you with Georgina – though you don’t chop off her head… joke, ha. ha). No, they just get in the way of doing his job as monarch. Likewise is what Pope man is doing, so Henry give him and his church the chop. (This is metaphor, although perhaps Big H would really have like chop off papal head, but not worth journey to Italy – Henry is busy man.)

Did you know that Henry Eight was not always fat slob who has to have special horse to carry him (wonder how wives managed)? When young man, he was most handsome and write poetry and play banjo. Was on banjo that he compose famous hit ‘Greensleeves’, which is still played today – though not on banjo.

I learn all these things during short time I am at school (before I am getting expulsed over activities with professional ice hockey team – such happy memories.)

But I digress.

Can you tell me if Purley is this cockney place where they have own king and queen what sew millions of buttons on suits and dresses and go walk about streets and no one laugh at silly buggers because it is fine tradition going back to Magna Carter?

Also is this home of gangsters like the Kroy twins what are really lovable rogues, thieving from rich to help the poor like they was Robin Hood, only don’t live in forest? This Eastern End of London sounds most jolly place. Perhaps Big Winston could show me charming historical sites. For example - Blind Beggar public house – once used for shooting people - and gentlemen hairdressing salon of Sweeney Todd, who has nice sideline in meat pies. Such colourful folk are the cockney Eastern Enders. Fagin and Bill Sykes are made-up characters by Mr Dickens but I bet he knew such people only was afraid to use real names in case he coming out of gin-palace one night and catches mighty blow from cudgel around earole (cockney slang), removing head from shoulders and bringing early end to well paid book-writing job.

But listen to me going on about self. How are you keeping it up? You sound on more of up beat note recently. Perhaps therapist (even though Scotch woman) doing some good to you. I know you do not discuss things what you talk about with your therapist, and that is fine.

I am going now to have interview with bank manager. He is very pleasant and understanding man, who has helped Anna before as regards to money. Pity he smells - but I ask him leave window open.

Write soon and hoping to be quickly reunited (via Purley)

Anna

PS. I do not understand why you should be wishing to teach ancient relative such disgusting habit.