Oh yes - very much chance I read blog

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Oh yes, Georgie... I do  see this being written here on blog to which I still have password, and which being how you have not changed such password is indicating to me that you still want to be in touch with your Anna. Is not this so?

I am in two changes of mind though about my letter what you publish here. With one of the hands I am being touched, deeply. Because you still keep letter which is from many years ago and this is telling me you still love me, as I do.

But with other one of hands I do not like for everyone what reads blog to see Anna’s innermost pourings out of the heart. Although when coming to think about it hardly any person read blog excepting me and Mr Adams. Oh, and he is right about you should be getting poems publicised in small book. I do not think though that you should include all ones which begin ‘There was a young lady from…’ Because this is not Sweden and people are thin minded in England. But never worry there are plenty of other rhymes – I do not mind you include poems you write special for Anna!

Now here is some news which you are not expecting. Your Anna has commenced study for degree in Sociology at university of Leicester (this is way they spell but is said as Lester. Stupid English language again, although will have better to get to gripes with it because of my study.) Are you not indeed proud of one?

Also to help fund my way (stingy English government of these two boys David and Nick) I am working part of the times as filling station attention. You probably think this is underneath a lady of my breeding to be sloshing the petrol and the diesels around, but no, this is not so. I work at the Supermarket ASDA which is good place to work for. I sit in little booth and punters place in tank own petrol and then come and pay Anna through little window.

Very cosy in this booth I am and they give me small television to watch in between punters. The manager in charge say… I am sorry Anna it is only a small one. I say… That is story of my life, Kiddo. He laugh loudly at my little joke.  ( I think he would like to have intercourse with me, but I no longer do such things with any Dick or Tom because I am now academic student.)

Oh, and this mean also that I have quit porn industry. Unhappy I have been with this enterprise for some time because it take advantage of women. Funny I never see this way before but women are treated bad. And viewers of such muck are to blame also because though they may say we would not be doing such stuff to these girls they watch – which as bad. Well worse really because they only not do stuff themselves because they too scared. So they take enjoyment  variously  (which is like eating sweet with wrapper still on).

Oh, Georgie, how I have rambled upon all these things. But must finish for now because have essay to complete for tutor (who also wish to have sex with me – but no way I tell her) title of essay is ‘Discuss  New-Wave Feminism’ from a post-modernist perspective’.  3000 words is wanted and so far I write only 160 – and some of these I have used twice!

Aching as always to be hearing from you . There is fine McDonalds right next to campus (good word, eh!) Why not do we meet there in nearest future.

Your ever loving Anna

Poems and things

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Thank you for your comment RJ. As a matter of fact I started to collect some of my poems  together, thinking I might try and get a 'slim volume' published but I sort of ran out of steam. I will have another go.

Strange you should mention Anna. I was going through some papers in preparation for my bankruptcy hearing, when I came across this old letter from her. It brought tears to my eyes, I don't mind telling you.

Where is she now? I wish I knew. The last I heard she had taken over the flat of that gay bus-driver... Brian, I think his name was.

There's just a chance she may read this. Fingers crossed.

You sound like you have found your ideal spot 'off the beaten track'.

Enjoy.

Regards to 'the latest Mrs Adams'.

A Possible Solution

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My dear, I’d like you to consider

Selling yourself to the highest bidder –

We’re short of cash, there is no doubt,

And frankly I see no way out

Except recourse to such a measure,

Besides, if you can offer pleasure

To some poor, desperate, lonely soul –

Well surely that’s a worthy goal!

They tell me E Bay is quite good,

As long as it is understood

The buyer will collect himself

Those goods that aren’t quite ‘off the shelf’,

Or pay a charge for post and packing

(Cardboard, string – perhaps some sacking).

We might deliver – for a fee –

(If a price we could agree).

One final rule we must observe:

To fix a reasonable reserve –

If that’s not reached, then we don’t sell -

Although I think we would do well

To make it fairly low, my dear,

Considering model – and the year!

A photo now?  Perhaps best not -

Of late you haven’t looked so hot.

I’m glad it’s all been sorted out –

Isn’t that what marriage is about:

Striving for a common goal?

And I think that, on the whole,

We work together as a team,

So having said that, let us dream

Of pastures new, a future bright –

But for now, just hold on tight.

There’s no harm in a bit of lust –

And parts you use will never rust.