Dear Anne,
What is your breakfast of choice? You always look so healthy and dapper that is must be something most marvellous. My friend George and I have begun starting the day with a brand name cereal bar since we received a box for free following a minor dispute at Waitrose (George got his shoes covered in jam). They are quite nice but no match for a buttery croissant.
Do you have a buttery croissant in the morning Anne?
Yours,
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Herbert Rumbelow
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Dear Zoe,
This is just a quick note to let you know your mug is ready as discussed (I do hope Norman passed on the message).
Yours,
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Herbert Rumbelow
P.S. If your require any other mugs I’m afraid I am getting out of the mug game and cannot be of service. You may like to try John Lewis.
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Dear Antony,
Would you like to see a picture of my garden? I have taken some rather lovely snaps (though one was marred by a poo on the lawn) and I am keen to get them seen by a wider audience. I thought maybe you could display some in one of your restaurants? My friend George once ate a cake you made, I forget the occassion, and it gave him an allergic reaction (he sweated a lot, and had itchy ears). This is not your fault per se, but a viewing of my photos would be some recompense.
Yours,
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Herbert Rumbelow
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Dear John,
What a said time it at the Euro 2008 final, not least because my friend George had put on such a lovely selection of bratwurst in anticipation of a German win. More than that however, it was your last game as commentator!
Are we to put up with that cretin Mark Lawrenson from now on alone? I sincerely hope not. My friend George describes Mark as ‘banal without compare’, I simply sigh despondently whenever he is on. Please don’t leave John, we need you! Besides, my pet Parrott – Jonathan – is so soothed by your voice, it is the only time he stops squawking.
Yours,
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Herbert Rumbelow
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