Dear Dobson,
It seems we have both been distracted from bloggage for one reason or another. Alas, I have not been dreamy-eyed about hall tables or doing up my house... I have been riding the express train of love, travelling first-class, accompanied arm in arm by The Man.
Much can happen in a short space of time and as you know from previous confessions I was very aware that stirrings of a non-sexual nature were happening. Those things called 'feelings' were manifesting themselves and as uncomfortable as they were making me, I sat with them. I'm glad I did.
All areas of life are good. The Karma Police have finally discovered where I'm living and decided that a little payback is due. I'd say way overdue, but beggars can't be choosers - or summat. Even the weather is warming up, about cunting time though, it is the middle of April...
The Man is on his way round now so I must love you and leave you. Would it be wrong to crack a quick one off whilst watching Thatcher's funeral?
Frankie
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