don’t call Brett
In different Falmouth stores Spotty dog and I simultaneously whipped out our new-fangled plastic cards to pay for lovely pressies. Much to our suprise these words greeted us:
“we don’t take cards here, cash and cheques only’
Neither of us use cheque-books. We trundled off on a quest for cash-points, only to find that Brett couldn’t help us and we couldn’t have called him for help even if we had his number. Tricky.

July 21st, 2009
I’ve have rebelled. I have been calling Brett in my back garden. Nothing has happened yet.
Sx
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July 21st, 2009
Scarlet, you are wonderfully naughty, I wonder if Brett has one of those GPS location finders and he’s just about to drive his anonymised white van into your back garden with a deposit just for you and a couple of bouncing czechs as bodygaurds.
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