Since I was forced to come and live with your aged parents in the wilds of the North Yorkshire Coast I have not grumbled once. Until now.
My food no longer comes with the smell of Waitrose , my blanket is more bracing fresh air from a washing line than Febreze and other southern inventions, the sparrows here are all common and have never seen a London Bus (with interesting non religious comments). I have had to share my abode with dubious small children who dangle things over me and try and give me digestive biscuits. I miss YOU and other HIM for your lifestyle, your love
of the avant -garde, your love of camper vans , e-bay , Glyndebourne,Sweden. Your appreciation of Seth Lakeman , your joy in a simple meal with broccoli and pine nuts. You have no idea what I have to endure in this cultural backwater.
It was just bearable when I was able to share my thoughts on this blog , knowing that you were tenderly reading them.
Now however you have disappointed me. You have not sent me a single Tweet.
A positive thing about your mother, apart from the fact that SHE brushes me every day, is that she keeps up with the cybernetworking scene. This way I do find out about what is going on in my dear South. I dont have to buy the Guardian , I have Facebook to remember YOU and HIM by, that is until Now. Benjamin, my dear master, please start to Twitter to me. You will like it as I do, but it is no use to me at all without YOU and other HIM keeping me in touch with a wider world. I want to know about life in the Great Capital. I want you to twitter to me about the exhibitions and restaurants, the paintings you have seen and your trips to Ikea (a foreign country here).
My food no longer comes with the smell of Waitrose , my blanket is more bracing fresh air from a washing line than Febreze and other southern inventions, the sparrows here are all common and have never seen a London Bus (with interesting non religious comments). I have had to share my abode with dubious small children who dangle things over me and try and give me digestive biscuits. I miss YOU and other HIM for your lifestyle, your love
of the avant -garde, your love of camper vans , e-bay , Glyndebourne,Sweden. Your appreciation of Seth Lakeman , your joy in a simple meal with broccoli and pine nuts. You have no idea what I have to endure in this cultural backwater.It was just bearable when I was able to share my thoughts on this blog , knowing that you were tenderly reading them.
Now however you have disappointed me. You have not sent me a single Tweet.
A positive thing about your mother, apart from the fact that SHE brushes me every day, is that she keeps up with the cybernetworking scene. This way I do find out about what is going on in my dear South. I dont have to buy the Guardian , I have Facebook to remember YOU and HIM by, that is until Now. Benjamin, my dear master, please start to Twitter to me. You will like it as I do, but it is no use to me at all without YOU and other HIM keeping me in touch with a wider world. I want to know about life in the Great Capital. I want you to twitter to me about the exhibitions and restaurants, the paintings you have seen and your trips to Ikea (a foreign country here).
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