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Dear Mr Mouse,

I jyst couldn't wait to write to you again. Like I said in my last letter, we don't seem to hear from each other very often, so I feel it's important that I keep you up to date on what adentures I have have experienced lately.

I arrived home at a quarter to five this morning. I was a bit hungry, so I lit the stove in order to fry onions to make some soup. I went to the bedroom for a bit to write to you, then when I returned to the kitchen, the pan was on fire and then I heard he fire alarm sound. I panicked. I put the fire out, turned the stove off, shut the door, opened the windows and fanned the thick smoke with a red blanket. It woke poor Cath up. I bet she's really pissed off. She didn't seem too pleased, but then who would be at this time of the morning? The pan is black and now so are my hands. I'll have to buy her a new one. I've made the soup using the microwave instead. Much safer. God, I've also noticed that the bottle of olvio oil is melted and must have been near the fire. That could have been dangerous.

On a lighter note, tonight was somewhat difficult at first. I met up with Little Helen and we couldn't decide where to go. We tried to go to '23' by taxi, but the driver hadn't a clue how to get there. It was actually less than three minutes away and in the busiest part of town, it's a mystery how he didn't know where it was. So we had to get out and walk the rest of the way. £3.40 to get across the fucking road!

We later arrived at the Fez Club at 12 and we were so tired from trying to meet all our friends. We just sat down to recover, drink and enjoy the music. Not long after that, we were dancing like twats and the music was nothing short of awesome! I was talking to Jodie and we have discovered that because her hands are too small, she needsa cue ball when she goes bowling and a shot of sambucca seems like a pint to her. It seems mean to take to take the mick, but sod it. It's funny and she laughs too! (She's used to it I guess.)

I'm petrified of what tommorrow will bring. It'll be a big day. I'll keep you posted on my usual bumfluffery.

Scared as always,

HB. xx

Dear Mr Mouse,

How are you mate?! Sorry it's taken so long to write to you, you know me - I've never been that good at keeping in touch.

I'm a bit worried about myself to be fair.

I woke up at seven this morning with an overwhelming thirst, so I gulped three pints of water and then retreated back to my pit. I wasn't satisfied with the idea of sleeping again and I fancied having a bit of a giggle, so I put Will and Grace on. I later realised that the maid in Will and Grace has the same jacket as my friend Mike, so I made yet another early morning decision to not be friends with him anymore. The DVD finished and I couldn't actually be bothered to get up and change it, so I went back to sleep. I opened my eyes up again at one, and the surreal world I was in earlier that morning had been stolen away from me and I was left to face the stark realisation that I was still very pissed from the night before. But at least I didn't get a hangover, since I had previously guzzled all that aqua. Good move from me I think!

I am still unemployed I'm afraid. I'd be lying to you if I said that I was trying hard to look for another job. Unemployment has been quite fun actually, since I have all the time in the world to get the sleep I never had and the nights out that I couldn't go to because I was at work. But its hard to live such a lifestyle without hard currency, so I gathered up some crap that I don't use anymore and I am going to sell it all at a bring and buy sale on Sunday. Where there's a will, there certainly is a way!

Not much else to report I'm afraid. But now that I have finally grabbed hold of some form of motivation to write to you, I promise to write to you more often. Please let me know what you have been doing, it would be good to hear from you again.

Say hello to everybody and take care.

HB. xx