Thursday, 26 February
Briney:
I truly wish you would not listen to the stories told to you by the household staff. Those people are inveterate liars whose little tales are best kept among themselves.
The thought of you going from room to room at Old Cockswallow doing this and that just to utilize the place is filling me with a variety of emotions. At one level I am jealous because I know O.C. has three more rooms than does my beloved Bulgeswell. At another level I think you might be wasting your time. After all, you know the rooms are there, isn’t that enough? Must you actually go to them and touch the things therein? I think not. You could do what I have done and get one of these CD-ROMs that takes you on a tour of your own place. There was a crew of technicians out last month and they put the whole thing together. The price was numbing but it is well worth it. I may now sit in my recliner and gambol down the halls as if I were really gamboling down the halls. In addition I can cavort on the grounds from the comfort of the sitting room! That’s the winning ticket for you, chumly.
Your attempt to see and use all your rooms reminds me somewhat of me at a younger age when I had all those vehicles. Do you recall that silly time? How many were there...300 some odd? I tried to drive a different one every day but it was no good. Then there was the “Great Key Mix-up of 1967” which...well, you may well recall my mood during that debacle. In any event, sometimes there can be too much of a good thing but that doesn’t really apply to our sort.
The best of care,
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