Of course I know how to look at people’s blog. Do you think I am silly Swedish Tart or somesuch? It is you my Georgie who are silly man. The lady Propoquerian is not cigar smoking elderly personage who you make comment to advise her to cease this destructive habit. No. If you look at tiny picture in Profile you will see much younger, attractive blonde lady. This is writer of blog. I think you should apologise for serious mistaken identity. (Oh, but just had thought – maybe this Georgie’s attempt at humorous effect? If so, perhaps you should tell lady, before she think you right twonk)

Yes I am recognising immediately from photograph of oarsman, my Georgie, even without beard such as you have in these days. I look up in Brian’s map book this river Dee, and I see it is near famous old Roman city of Chester. Is this where you attend school? And who is other person behind you in boat? He seem to be giving you strange look. Why is this?

Brian is educated man (this is surprising me for bus driver, then I remember he has also been chef). Brian is always seeking to extend his educational knowledge and he asks me lots of questions about my homeland of Sweden, like what is attitude to gays? I tell him that we are much more of tolerant nature and liberal than you are in this country of England. I also say that I myself used to be bisexual but had decided to go back into closet on this one. I hope this might cause Brian to reconsider sleeping arrangements but he makes not comment.
He reads two newspaper everyday – these being the ‘Daily Mail’ and the ‘Daily Express’. He is very understanding of British political scene and tell me that the Conservatives will win election in May. He will not tell me for whom is he going to vote. He says this between him and ballot box. Personally, I do not give a shit – but I tell Brian he is a secretive Berkshire Hunt. This surprise him because he does not think he is secretive. He also blush, but say nothing except that he will be late for work, and off he go. I shall cook him something nice for his supper. Perhaps something oriental, like the prawn and rice. I will put on my make-up and go down to the ASDA shop and see what they got on BOGOF. (This not Cockeny slang but mean BUY ONE GET ONE FREE.)

I am behaving like proper suburban housewife – except for the sex!
I have idea! I could perhaps come to St Botoph in disguise as Swedish student doing the study of mental health provision in this country of Britain. Like what treatment medication is being given and also what form of therapy and how about relaxation opportunity for patients? I would then ask to be interviewing small selection of patients.
Alas I have not suitable photo for blog. But I will telephone to brother Sven because he keep lots of photos, this being his hobby, the photography. I do not mean just the pornographic stuff because Sven always had his Canon in hand when young boy. Always was he taking the pictures, of everything – but mostly of his beautiful sister Anastasia, even when she was just tiny tottie.

No, I do not know this friend of yours Mr Donne who writes about death which as you know always give me the creepy crawlies up the spine. But I like poem by Clive and I know this Lady Gaga because she is on the television. She seem like a nice girl. I ask Brian if he read in his newspaper about autographing of private parts by this young boy who is also called George - what a coincidence. Brian say this quite true but only hat was signed.

I do not understand what you going on about with people enhancing lives and all that stuff but it sounds okay. So - how about a bit of enhancing, eh?

You said you would tell me about this nurse Gretchen?

Until we conjoin in ecstasy.

Anna