An ex from over forty years ago returned the letters I wrote to him while I was at university. Reading through a couple, I'm struck by how little I've changed. I did nothing but moan about headaches, stomach aches and colds even at the age of 19!!! And I grumbled about my parents non-stop and now I'm grumbling about poor old Mr Grumpy. Is there no hope for me? (Don't answer that!) Next time I exhume them from the depths of a box I'll quote some examples. They really are wince-making.
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Do I want to quote from old lettes both sent and received that I've found in the loft? Probably not!
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