🚀 go-pugleaf

	 I do believe Mother would be mildly interested to
hear that I am married, and as I appear to be suffering from
post-nuptial inarticulateness, you might be so kind as to mail
her a short message to let her know.  Never wanted to get
married in summer, hate summer [2], but, seeing it was you, I
made an exception.  I have already sent Jane Sullivan a slice
of the cake, though, if truth be told, I've seen you bake better.
I think the eggs were what made it sink; I told you that you
shouldn't use so many.  You should have ...oops, I mean, it was
perfectly lovely, the central dip was very artistic, and you, as
always, know best.  Darling.

	Now, as to this "evidence" that's been provided against
you, it's either my doing, which I doubt, or what you would
consider to be none of my business, which is as not on as ever.
You may not know this, but I got married lately, and it's amazing
what a feeling of power it gives one.  So just tell me who this
trouble-making x@y is and I shall read up on my volumes of
ancient Chinese methods of torture & practise on the cat so as
to ensure an absence of squeamishness when faced with the
enemy's enemy. [3].

H.

[1]  Cop the distinction: this is known as pandering to the
     whims of the enemy; I am v. ashamed of self.
[2]  Too hot.
[3]  Darling.