I am having a lazy day.
You know the sort, the 10 o'clock weed
still aint been rolled and it's a quarter to
twelve.
Picture me, if you will, lay on the Chesterfield
we got on the drip off Greek Eammon on
Grey Mare Lane Market (next to Bob the
curtain man). Clad only in my socks and
wearing my Kaftkhan, eating a bucket of
chips left over from last nights happy meal
(happy?....one's never made me happy).
when a thought comes to me.
You know how you have 'paternity leave'.
Well what about 'fraternity leave'?
A fortnight a year when an housing officer
stays at a tenants gaff on their patch
(Mrs Naylor stays in a house on Mayton
Close, Miss Wharton on Edirh Cavell close
and Mr Thomas on Hopedale)
Mr O'Reilly could get his head down on
my couch, the dogs wont mind.
The tenant chosen could live two weeks
rent free.
Hey let me know.
LOVE AND PEACE
BERNARD WILSON
P.S. For all of eternity you are my fraternity
(i don't mind turnin the duvet back for a
woman of your stature Mrs Fenton)