Peetight day joornay is pray, mon Cherry
Caffy and Cross Ants and Pan O raysans ok pour vous?.............good.
Ere, we're all alone
They're bed's ant bin slept in. Last they said wos they was off for a excrushon in the orson
cart. I wonder if the orse's av bolted and they're lying in a 'eap in a ditch.........legs a-kimbo, knickers on show to toot la mond........let's 'ope they got clean'uns on.
If I don't ear anyfing by this apray meedee, I shall fone a friend.......the won wot works for Intra Pole. They'll get on the case.
Or shall I?
The gals'll be avin a good time with some Matty Lows somewhere, an they'll think I'm a silly billy Dilly Dally who orta minder own bizzynez. I'll go back an 'ide in the 'erb patch
an Great May is off with her Toby...............'ope is sirname int Jug.
May Jug........that ad bee a good one. If they had kids, they'd be "Little Jugs"
(May certainly ain't got them