David, at 18:18 on Wed, Oct 26 1994, you wrote to Bill Grimsley ...

DD> I called around this morning but you weren't there to offer me a 
DD> coffee.  Who's anti social?

BG> Lyn, obviously!  After all, I wasn't there (and you knew that too, so 
BG> why the fuck are you calling around to my house in my absence, eh?). 

DD> I reckon you went south just to avoid giving me a cup of coffee!

And I reckon you probably called around to see if you could score a cup of
tea in my absence.  |-)

DD> The cat died on Tuesday evening, 

BG> Are you serious?  If so, I swear I wasn't there (indeed, I have the 
BG> perfect alibi, as not even my gun can shoot a bullet 1000km).

DD> I am serious, but I don't hold you responsible,

Well, that's exceptionally big of you David!

DD> it was the vet with the syringe. He wasn't a well pussy so we made a 
DD> difficult decision . .

Why didn't you call me instead?  I'd have saved you the expense of the vet
for a start.  What was wrong with him, and how old was he?

DD> so it's probably safe for you to visit here now :-) 

BG> Safe for whom?  Me, or the cat?  (sorry, I mean ex-cat)

DD> Bugger all you can do to him now . .

Dunno, he might be dead, but he'll still burn, won't he?  |-)

BG> When I return, do you wanna have a ritual moggie cremation and 
BG> sacrifice to Ba'al then?  Please say yes, as I'd feel much safer.

DD> No, I think I will leave him there to fertilise the shrub I 
DD> planted on top of him.

What shrub?  I'd have thought that a Loquat tree would have been rather
more appropriate (think about it).  |-)

Regards, Bill

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