Every week I'm sending a postcard to my brother. If he replies he gets the point, if he doesn't then I get the point. He knows nothing about it, needless to say this is a game disguised as regular contact.


Sunday, 3 August 2014

Week Thirty Two

There are photos of dolphins all over the press despite the fact they're a pretty common sight in Cornwall during the Summer. I guess they have to fill their pages somehow and they're biding their time before the first dolphin attack occurs; make your own jokes about them bottle-nosing someone.

Nothing is working when it comes to provoking my brother, almost as though he has become habitually used to seeing a postcard through the door every week. Will he need counselling when it ceases at the end of the year? Am I giving him Christmas every day only to rip it away from him when he becomes dependent on it? I will endeavour to let you know.

The score is a delicious 30-2 as it stands. I'm away next week so may not get my post done in time due to lack of access to a scanner but I will be sending him a postcard from our travels just to liven things up for him. I'm possibly the best brother in the world.





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