As you can see, the sender wasn't sure who he/she was sending the letter to. Though, to be fair, the letter inside was a lot longer than The Curmudgeon's last few posts.
In the good old days these people came to the door and you got a chance to tell them to fuck off.
I've got to keep writing because I don't want to fall into the deep sad pit of the uncomfortably short blog post, as is most often demonstrated resorted to by The Curmudgeon.
I've got a bit of a sore upper back from violin practice. It's raining outside. The good news is that it isn't raining inside. My back feels quite sore - maybe there won't be any more violin practice for today - I guess time will tell. I think I hear Shelley returning home so I'll be off.
Ciao tutti.
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Yes but I wrote about this back in April last year:
https://grumpyoldmanreturnsnz.blogspot.com/2021/04/fuck-off.html
I wonder if he confused his double bass with the violin (well, he is getting old).
Playing either the wrong way could result in back problems I suppose.
Is there anything Lynn and I can advise on re the computer problem?
We tend to fix things ourselves. What's going on (as Marvin Gaye once asked)?
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