Thank God for, Miss p ellch-ecker,
I am not one for worriting about what my mother tried to ram down my throat as a small child "You need to stop skivving and go to school" but have found that during my adult years I have need of an eloquence that is unbecoming of me, as you will find below.
I should have heeded her sagely advice.
I cringed at a letter I found, while scavaging in my loft recently
I had sent a letter to a friend, thanking her for the wonderful gift, she had sent to our then, small son.
It read like this.
Dear neata, ta a lot for the prescent you give us for anthony he will have yeares and yeares of fun triing to fill it full of his liitle peenieys like what his grandad gave him yesturday and he mite get moor from others in the corse of the yeare he is a goode son and has his dads eays but my mowth.....................................................
Now I kid you not this was an actual letter that I had written after my sons birthday party, the funniest bit was [ hang on, I have to giggle sorry, Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha] when reading through this letter at the end of it I seemed to have a waynetta Slob moment...............................
buy the way neata we ave spelleded his name anthony and its got a h in it after his grandad love XXXXXX angel and antony. LOL that just kills me.
All I can say is Praise God for spellcheckers.
Mum if your looking down on me now, Your right I should have gone to school and not bunked off.