Just got this postcard from my mum of East Lambrook Manor and it really made me laugh.
"Dear Emma
Those were the days - when you could get men to mop the roof for you..."
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a handsome man in possession of a plethora of horticultural knowledge, must be in want of a small Greek pastry.
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Don't tell me that you currently have an unswabbed roof?
And you ate all the tablet you slattern.
i've hardly eaten any of it, because as MW's girlfriend Jane put it very accurately, "it's like putting your face in a pile of sugar."
If you want me to send it on to you I would be happy to you. I'm rapidly becoming convinced you have some kind of superfast metabolism that allows you to eat such things without inducing immediately fourteen stone anxiety.
It is also like gargling with condensed milk - heaven.
i must put to you the same question I put to her
"how do you know? Have you actually done it?"
When I was 19 I spent six months loafing about Peru and Bolivia. For the latter part of that trip I was extremely short of money and ate nothing but bananas, day old bread, some vicious cane alcohol that came in a jerry can and the occasional tin of condensed milk.
Gargling was a way of passing the time.
Does that mean you'll have some tablet going spare next Thursday?
I wouldn't like JAS to snaffle all of it ;)
I will try and remember to bring it so we can share the love. It is very crumbly and might go funny in my bag.
xx
They're the best bits :)
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