My Dear Mr. Nte ( are you sure you spell your name right dear?)
Thank you for your concern,but I must say that, alas, I am no longer
fortunate to be working in the cultural paradise that is the Gateshead area,
egad no, for that brute Bowman made me move to the barren wastelands of the
Veneto, near some place called Venice. Perhaps you may have heard of it?
Take pity mister Knight (is that how you mean to spell it dear?), for, my
goodness this place is hell, ancient, stinking, buildings everywhere, baudy
houses selling the devil's liquor are everywhere. It's a living nightmare
believe me.
Bowman, although how he dares to have the word "man" in his name is beyond
me, is at present out with his good for nothing cronies, probably eating
well and imbibing intoxicating liquids (I apologise to your goodself for
suggesting such horrible images), but I daresay it's the truth.
I instead have been left here holding the fort, well room, awaiting "the
Masters"(HA! he wishes....) return.
Thank you Mr. Knight and you too Ms. Ennui (doesn't that mean Mother of
Pearl dear? Ooohh how lovely! Are you that lovely Janis' mother, lovely
girl how is she?), for your kind words.
Yours
Ms Anna Wombal
Fed Up
Free(and that's what it feels like I work for)Form(don't talk to me about
forms -tax, medical, residence etc:!!!)Freak(Bowman!!!!!)Out(Where I want to
go) Organisation(HA HA HA organised, if it wasn't for me he wouldn't know
which hole to shi.......Oh he's back goodbye camrades in the
struggle................)
