Maybe it’s just because I’m tired from the exam period, but I am cranky! I have a few things to say.
Firstly, where are all these flies coming from? If there was someone I could complain to, I’d write a letter!!! And then, I’d probably write another letter about all the bugs that invade my house when a change from hot to cold weather rolls in.
If I wanted to escape these creatures, I might hop in my motor car and drive 100 km/h to a cooler location. Wait, 100km per hour???? That’s our new speed limit!?!? Whose idea was that? I’m going to write a letter. I could write to my local council I suppose, but I hear they have other pains at present, so I won’t write a letter to them! Although, I could write a letter about the media coverage the council gets on such matters. To relive my teenage years, 'Booooooring!'
Well maybe I might just stay home then and watch some television. Surely with all these new free to air channels there will be something worthwhile on? Ahhhh nope. I’ll write a letter to them! They might just start yet another renovation or reality show in earnest though. I wouldn't want that. Or perhaps I’ll just settle back with a lovely book instead? No, wait, I’ll settle down with an electronic copy of a book on the stinking glow in the dark, probably giving me retinal cancer, non brand descriptive computerised tablet thingy. I’d write a letter about that, but it’d probably have to be an e-mail! What was so perverse about books that we had to eradicate our malls of the one true shop of value?
Which leads me to shopping… I’m not even sure where to start. Yet, here I go. I am not terrible at parking. But if you park badly on an angle, then I too have to follow suit if I should choose the vacant space next to you. Then if you leave before me, everyone thinks I parked badly. Who do I write to about that??? Once parked, with an armful of woeful 'green bags', we move into the grocery aisle. . here I will groan that if the bread on the shelf is from yesterday, it should be at a reduced cost. Or it should be obvious that it’s not in its prime. If I had the time or inclination to sift through your shelves, work out the date five days from now and then select the correct loaf, I’d probably have the time to bake my own! It’s deceit I tell you. If you want to value add, make croutons, but don’t give it to me for my fritz and sauce sandwich. I’m going to write a letter about that!
And my gripes aren’t refined to the grocery shopping; apparel has its own agenda to unsettle my nerves too. Since when did the size of feet get so uniform that half sizes could be omitted from the production line? Now my feet either feel like they are being punished or as though they are in the shoes of the past pregnant me. I should definitely write a letter about that!
And my gripes aren’t refined to the grocery shopping; apparel has its own agenda to unsettle my nerves too. Since when did the size of feet get so uniform that half sizes could be omitted from the production line? Now my feet either feel like they are being punished or as though they are in the shoes of the past pregnant me. I should definitely write a letter about that!
Ahh… yes. I will write a letter. I’m from a long line of letter writers. Any minute now, I’m going to write a letter. If only I could find my favourite pen, which has since been lost into the abyss that is my daughter's pencil case. And of course. BIC don’t make my pen anymore. … Can’t write a letter. Conspiracy!
