Bob Jones
Going through my files I came across a letter dating back to last December which will brighten your days in these gloomy times.
I’ve blocked out the names of the parties.
A self-employed mate of mine was going to Auckland for a week. For practical reasons he uses his mother’s address for mail as she looks after his accounts.
I banged off the enclosed letter then initially forgot about it.
When I remembered a few weeks later I probed with my mate who then made enquiries. It turned out his mother had bought it hook, line and sinker and has copped taunting ever since for her trusting naivete.
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