Mind if I see your mail?We used to share our telegraph with people who've returned to the Lucky Sods.I'll tell you what I've learned.If you come out here, put aside the fare to England.I'd run like a bloody hare if I had a chance.How we both have yearned to see our Isha lawn.I think we've earned a bit of what we had once over there.That Dago caught the wife and me all right.Here on this tideless tourist-littered sea, we're stuck.You'd hate it too if you were me.There's no piped water on the bloody site.Our savings gone, we climb the stony path back to the house with scorpions in the bath.
