A Letter From the Bush

dere frend

'ows the tucker bag, me an me
missus an sum of the kids an bill
smith is cummin down fer the show an
we was wonderin if you cud give us a
bit uv a shakedown an a mouthful of
scran an show us roun the town an
tak us to a few of the pitchers an sum
of the theayters wich we ere is purty
good. we no you wont mind or we
wud not be buttin in on you, but you
reckolick lars time yous was up this
way you sed let me no wen youre cummin
to town so we taks that for the
dinkum oil as between frens we wont
be stayin more than for or five days
praps a bit longer if things is amusin.
my missus as a touch of the floo an 2
of the kids as mumps an we're hopin
to get one of them chow erbalists to
ave a squint at im wile weer stopin at yure
place, praps you got a favourite
one of your own that you cud recommend
the missus sez that youd be
in a flat an ime glad to ere that, becuz
we got them flat in nice an comfert-
able an you dont ave to go to the
pump to wash.
we wont be wantin brekfust before
arf pars five of a mornin so an not to
trouble yure missus to much. ixpect us
when you see us.

I got a touch of the shingles.
hoppin you are the same

yours truly

Ben Bowyang

P.S. the missus wants to no if short
skurts is still in if so she can cut a
bit off er best alpacker.