Dear All,
To misquote The Smiths, “Granny on a moped it’s serious...”
The other day, I received a knock at the door, 24hrs. after we had handed over 4500USD in first + last month’s rent and a damage deposit worthy of a dowry. It was Wong the elderly figure head of our anonymous landlord. As promised (once the green had been seen) it was time to look at new couches, and in my new found role as homemaker rather than home-wrecker my taste would have to suffice.
70-something year old Wong strapped me on to the back of her motor bike and we rode off into the sunset, and then the most harrowing left turn of my left turning life. After 35 seconds stuck in“no grandmother’s land” a rice truck and barbeque-ped showed mercy and we thankfully wheelied up onto the curb.
I remember very little from that point onwards but I must have been somewhat scared and disoriented. Bamboozled, I ended up purchasing something of a similar composition and as a result write to you each evening from what appears to be remnants of the Bridge over the River Kwai.
Uncomfortably yours,
Mw
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