Dear Far Far Away,
Guess what I did today? Yep, I worked. Again. As usual. Hi-bloody-ho.
I did arrive home to find a pot of boiling soup on the side, and the others were all very complimentary to this new Snow girl on her cooking talents. Personally I thought it was foul and it even had bits of floating vegetables in it. Real men don't eat carrots or swede. She said she was going to make us a nice apple pie for dessert, but couldn't be bothered to leave the house and find any. We put a roof over her head and this is how she repays us! Ungrateful cow.
Later, I went up to my room and found that everything had been moved. That woman had been in my room destroying my organised mess. I even noticed that my slippers had been paired up and stacked up carefully on the shelf. Now, in the morning, I've got to go the shelf and pull them down before I wear them. Totally wasted effort if you ask me.
Finally, she wouldn’t even let us get drunk tonight saying that our livers must have been taking a battering from all the alcohol. Apparently she now cares for our well-being. I reckon that she's just hankering after a bottle to take home with her.
Yours,
Grumpy.
Guess what I did today? Yep, I worked. Again. As usual. Hi-bloody-ho.
I did arrive home to find a pot of boiling soup on the side, and the others were all very complimentary to this new Snow girl on her cooking talents. Personally I thought it was foul and it even had bits of floating vegetables in it. Real men don't eat carrots or swede. She said she was going to make us a nice apple pie for dessert, but couldn't be bothered to leave the house and find any. We put a roof over her head and this is how she repays us! Ungrateful cow.
Later, I went up to my room and found that everything had been moved. That woman had been in my room destroying my organised mess. I even noticed that my slippers had been paired up and stacked up carefully on the shelf. Now, in the morning, I've got to go the shelf and pull them down before I wear them. Totally wasted effort if you ask me.
Finally, she wouldn’t even let us get drunk tonight saying that our livers must have been taking a battering from all the alcohol. Apparently she now cares for our well-being. I reckon that she's just hankering after a bottle to take home with her.
Yours,
Grumpy.
What a happy chap.
3 comments:
I understand the vegetables in the soup problem it happens to me all the time. . . . .
So where does the nickname grumpy come from, it seems a bit hard.
Dear Rob,
The letter only conveys part of his grumpiness. It took me a couple of hours to stick all the pieces together where he'd obviously ripped it up in an angry rage.
Yours,
Far Far Away
Finally , awaited in anticipation for today's xo
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