Letter to Lady Henrietta Muddling
April 16th 2009 13:41
How delightful it is to have the pleasure of your son's company. He is truly enchanting.
I could enumerate David's many admirable qualities but of course you well know, as his loving mother, what a wonderful and talented boy he is.
I always thought he was funny. His writing has made me laugh out loud many many times. But how pleasing to find that, in person, he is infinitely more amusing than his written word implies. He entertains me endlessly with a continual stream of thoughts, ideas and distractions. As a matter of fact it has taken me about 5 hours to even write this message to you because he has so distracted me.
But, I must tell you, a most surprising and pleasing aspect of his person is his unflagging energy. O, mercy me, it is simply astounding! He is unfettered by the false sense of propriety which has been known to moderate the behaviour of even the most enthusiastic of males.
Lady Henrietta, I offer you my heartfelt congratulations on raising David to be so thoughtful and considerate. So charming, intelligent, enthusiastic, open and honest.
And with such a great cock.
Sincerest thanks,
Mister Smith
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Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
When I first discovered you had a vagina, I realised this was no ordinary love affair.
You mention my boundless engergy, however, if you keep dancing around naked in the room, I will fall asleep.
Is there any chance you could just run down to the kitchen and make me a coffee?
Comment by Mistersmith
MRS SMITH
READ THIS
SISTERS IN CRIME
How did David get back there so fast?
Preoccupied with writing to you, I neglected him. I thought he was sleeping peacefully.
what a shock to discover that the figure in the bed was not a man but an abandoned overnight bag and a beanie!
I don't know which is worse. The insult to my dancing ability (it took years to perfect my unique polkarobics style) or being so unceremoniously dumped after praising him so highly.
Well I suppose that's what happens when women of a certain age mistake retrogressive juvenile dependence for boyish charm. I'd prefer to see myself as a dark haired Grace kelly but i guess I'm just Miss Lonely Hearts.
I'm sure David's extreme bad manners are no reflection on your efforts to raise him but I think you should insist he gets his own damn coffee. As a punishment. He's a very naughty boy. Still (sigh!), Great cock.