Friday, 4 January 2008

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas

[This correspondence began on 25th December…]

4th January
This is the last straw. You know I detest bagpipes. The place has now become something between a menagerie and a madhouse and a man from the Council has just declared it unfit for habitation. At least Mummy has been spared this last outrage; they took her away yesterday afternoon in an ambulance. I hope you’re satisfied.

[…and ends on 5th January]

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