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[29 Aug 2008|07:37pm] |
Oh dear summer, you are nearly over. I can already feel the chill of winter and possible frost bite nipping at my fingers in anticipation of the changing seasons. I really do despise winter, I must say. But I have had an absolutely splendid summer nevertheless. Boating off the coast with father, afternoon tea and Yorkshire pudding with mother, visiting my dear mate Sebastian up in Blackpool where we got completely pissed off our arses and danced on tables to ABBA, and otherwise soaking the precious summer sunshine in between all the dreadful rain. An entirely pleasant summer, if I do say so myself!
Mother has been baking, baking, baking all afternoon. Although, I realise how unsurprising this statement is, the baking is rather excessive even for her standards. This is, of course, in anticipation of the end-of-summer ladies luncheon that will take place in our backyard tomorrow afternoon. The house smells of nothing but lemon tarts and spiced bread pudding with just a dash of brandy cream. I am quite looking forward to the event, although father's feeling are hardly mutual. I simply cannot understand why. There is nothing I look forward to more than attending the ladies luncheons with mother. The women are completely fantastic for 40-and-50-somethings.
Yes, I am still looking for a job and perhaps a place of my own. Although I'm not sure mother would let go of me just yet. She is just a tad bit attached. What can I say? I am her only child. Good Lord, this place would be completely dead if it weren't for my presence. Mother is always saying that father has become a complete bore. I am still not sure whether she meant in the bedroom or otherwise. But a job, yes, I suppose I'm long overdue for one of those.
If anyone would fancy attending the luncheon with me, please do not hesitant to ask. God knows mother will have had one too many pastries and you know I never say no to company.
Charmingly yours,
Benjy
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