Random acts of stationery #11

can i hazard a guess as to who this post might not be abooot?
no?
ok then

It’s about me. Like all the posts on An Unreliable Witness. Me. Just me. Me me me. No one else. I am the most important person on this blog. Oh yes. Me. Me me me me me me. Me.

There. Ahem.

right

Coincidentally, you also have a padded envelope coming to you by first class post.

Thank you. I am already sitting in a tent at my front door, listening for the rattle of the letterbox. Mind you, if these hearts keep arriving in the mail, I may have to vacate to a safe distance.

don’t lose heart. love may hurt but you have the knowledge that you are able to love someone so completely…

Those are by far my favourite post its.

(Which I read as pos tits)

I shan’t be putting anything of the sort into an envelope.

As I often say to myself: Methinks she doth protest too much.

i’ve never met anyone who vomits

i’ve never met anyone who posts their heart in an envelope… Sigh…

i’ve never met anyone who… anyone who… umm… nope it’s gone.

That was gonna be a GREAT comment…

Annie, Peach, Gordon:

Hello, I’m Unreliable Witness. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

i’ve never known anyone to post vomit in an envelope.

miles away:

Hello, I’m … actually, no, you’re right.

hearts, yes. boxes of love, yes. vomit, no. vimto, ribena and polos-yes.

how about posting some new shoes?

That’s love!

miles away - I had never noticed before, amazingly, that ‘vomit’ is an anagram of ‘vimto’. That brings a whole new meaning to the shoes question, doesn’t it?

Clarissa - Yes, it is. It’s odd. And scary.

maybe it does. I’d think that buying a new pair of shoes for someone who had vomitted on the shoes rather than vimto-ing on them woudl be a greater gesture, as i’m sure the person concerned would rather have vimto-smelling shoes, rather than vomit-smelling shoes.

But then again, they may really not like vimto. vimto, or vomit….you decide!