Dear all in NZ and Pate & Nurragggh and the plastic kiwi.
The weather here is liquorice allsorts today and I've just sat on a pig’s face in farmer's weekly. Must remember to lift the seat next time when I crap in the old funhouse at the bottom of my fairy garden next to the pie and pea bushes.
I've just finished writing, with one favourite finger in superleague ligament rub, my first chapter of my new book ... "The changing colours and seasons of a hymer wanderer in wales".
In my first paragraph I struggled to spell - Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch and pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and lockablehitchlockattachement and sweatydirtybagpipeplayersvestandbrokenflyzip.
Do you think it will be eligible for the 'Bookers Prize' if I mention my sleeping bag is a gannex.
Thanks for your sunny email. I tried to get a NZ flight today with Travelbag. Could get out via Singapore on 21st but can't get back. That's the luck of the draw.
Geoff (Still digging in plimsolls) & Trish (Scrubbing Steps in a pinnie) xx
