“Dad’s birfdai. Didin’t do nufin’ in t’morning. in afternoon went to eastleigh on bus + got library book”
My Dad was 43.
Numbers like that never fail to throw me a little. He was younger than I am now, and having to deal with a 14-year-old me.
Those deliberate spelling gaffes are slaying me – please don’t think for one minute that I can’t spel