POSTCARD
April 25th, 2003 Posted in UncategorizedWhen Beccy H went to Italy in mid-April, she threatened to send me a postcard. Since then, every time I have spoken to her, she has asked me if it has arrived.
Well this morning it arrived, and here is an extract:
“Having a good time in Italy looking for my rich Italian footballer husband, but so far I am only a novelty with greasy waiters“. Now, whoever said that the Post Office don’t have time to read postcards was obviously a lying cad, for a thick arrow pointing to the aforementioned phrase, with ‘NOT VERY NICE IS IT, BITCH’ scrawled next to it in blue rollerball proves that you just can’t get privacy with postcards these days.
Marvellous.
