Aunty Bella

Aunty Bella

(by Tom Davies & Kirsty Almeida)

'Letter written to Kirsty's little brother Vic and little Sister Rachel from Aunty Bella'

My dere little chicks,

This is your Auntie Bella here, please excuse the poor quality of my writing but your sister Kirsty has been teaching me to use the computer and I find it all a bit c%$mPffjHxK.

I thought I’d write and tell about my life over here in England and, in particular, my adventures last Sezzanday (the day after Monday but before the start of the week). A most unusual day I’m sure you’ll agree and it is rare that I get through a Sezzanday without at least one adventure.

As you may know, I consider breakfast the most important meal of the week and always insist on a huge feast before I’ve even got out of bed and dressed. On this particular Sezzanday, however, I had risen early to polish my collection of rare apples and had cooked a splendid and nourishing meal of hot dogs, curry and, of course, melted chocolate. After polishing off this delicious brunch, I decided it was time to take my morning constitutional. A constitutional, as I’m sure you know, is a kind of walk that adults must take to stop their legs from exploding.

(To be Continued. Obviously, unless you can end a story with... 'a constitutional, as I’m sure you know, is a kind of walk that adults must take to stop their legs from exploding.' Maybe you can?)

Maybe I can.

Till tomorrow.