Send my words like music to your ears. (1/??)
Dear Nae Nae,
I’m not really one for writing, but seeing as you’re stuck all the way in fucking Ireland, too far away from me, it’ll give you something to read. That and the fact that my phone’s buggered itself up because I dropped it in the bath, and Katie will be on the computer 24-7 now that she has no other way to get in contact with her beloved Freddie.
Life’s good, obviously not amazing, but working through. How’s Ireland? I hear its like always cold or something, rather you than me! I wish I knew when you are coming back. I know it’s not supposed to be a long trip, but I know your mum, she’s impulsive.
Oh god!
What if she gets you to live there forever! I don’t know what I’d do. Turn into a nun maybe. Collect my entire life savings and come live there with you? I’d rather do the latter, but I really don’t have a lot of money in there because the ‘rents only fucking started it when I was 14. Not like Katie. Who’s had it since she was born. I bet I’ve got like a tenner in there.
That would certainly give me a chuckle, but then I’d probably look like a right weirdo, because I’d be laughing to myself in a bank. Serious places banks.
I went in the other day to get some money out for some clothes and the conversations in the queue… My god. There was one about not leaving paintbrushes in water, and one about how you shouldn’t use your phone in the bathroom in case you dropped it in water. Shoulda listened to that one really. But I like speaking to you while I’m in the bath; it’s a release of some sort. You know, the soapy bubbles and your voice.
Stop.
Anyway, I better stop writing now. Got beetroot soup for tea, not the nicest, I’m sure. Enjoy your holiday. Maybe you could write back? I’m not forcing you or anything but it would be quite nice.
Miss you lots.
~
Thoughts?