So, Frankold:
How is the weather there, Earby, Canterbury? London?
Or, somewhere you are staying…??
If, still are there huge snowing, I have been quite concerned about.
GW,
..., in XXX
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Dear ...,
The weather changes - it would be terrible if it remained the same - the snow has melted - we can walk without slipping - we elderly - the fields are green again - so the sheep can stand out and show themselves in woolly white when previously they were obliterated by blizzards...
The sun is shining - soon it will be Christmas - weather forecasters predict it will become cold and bbrrrr snow again! A great thing happened - Rong wrote me a wry, witty letter - he had also done research on Earby and found that a murder had been committed here - I will forward his letter as an example of brilliant double edged irony and superb English although he is an uneducated Scot and country bumpkin who could have been a top barrister or barista.
In Barnoldswick for the day - my friend John Rose visited from London - the return train fare cost £58 to Skipton with a concession - - he was glad to go - we had many arguments
Love Frankold
