Post-Brokeback Mountain Email to The Burp

I forgot to tell you that last night during one particularly quiet and poignant part of the movie I had to concentrate on suppressing giggles because I suddenly thought of your "inside man" joke.*

Sorry our house was a bit whiffy last night - Grumpy told me later that Violet Crumbleruff had done a humungous poo & the delightful scent must have lingered. She did another one this morning which he just had to show me before chucking it out. She was quite pleased that both of us were gathered round her treasure box surveying her latest offering. I asked her if she was getting into macrame these days - it looked like she'd been busy plaiting it.**

Then I went to bed and dreamt that The Rooster wanted me to go shopping with him to get you a parrot for your birthday but every pet store we went to kept their parrots in cages that were like 1970s televisions - with the curved screens and fake wood paneling and you had to press your face right up to the screen to see a shadowy parrot moving around behind it and I said to The R, "Does this seem normal to you?" and he said, "What the hell is your problem?"

Then I woke up this morning and I was starving and I thought that after a dinner of nachos, then popcorn and a choc top and a coke that was just disgusting. I was disgusted on my greedy belly's behalf.



*When we entered the cinema a preview for a movie called 'The Inside Man' was winding up. As everything fell silent The Burp, with immaculate timing, made a most amusing connection between that and the movie we were about to see. She not only made me blow a raspberry, she had the whole front row chortling.

**The Burp informed me that upon reading this she was going to have to leave her breakfast for a while longer.