Bowyang at Home: Rustic Contentment

Rustic Contentment

gunns gully
novemer 7th

to the editer of the herald

dere sir
as you will see by this letter i
am ome agen an glad to be
there
i ave never felt so bonzer in
awl me life as i am feelin this
sundee afternoon sittin ere ritin
this letter after a gloryus trip to
the cup an awl me expensive
otel bil paid by the nice kind
bookmakers an presents for awl
the fambly an a large wad left
over to put in soke for a raney
day
me an bil smith torked it over
on saterdee nite after we cum
back frum the racis where we
was both reel lucky
at leest i wudent go so fur as
to say lucky so mutch as branes
becos bil followed my tips an we
both backed rarin an gildry an
pantheen an i finished up with
over 130 pouns an bil ad neerly
60 to the good
i tell you it maid us reel nervis
avin awl that munney abowt
our close in the city

my left and as still got the
cramps where i been holdin on
to that role of notes in me pocket
there was wun crook lookin
bloke at our otel wot i ad me
spishins abowt
e looked to me like wun of
them confidence speelers an e
seamed to keep follerin us abowt
i found out after that e was a
rich squatter frum the westrin
districk but a man cant be to
carful in the city
so me an bil torked it over an
bein well ahead of the gaim we
maid up our mines to ire a
privit moter car to taik us ome
in stile at daylite sundee mornin
so thats wot we dun an i was
glad we did becos i was to nervis
to sleep awl nite thinkin i cud ear
sumwun tryin our door an avin to
keep feelin under me piller to see
if we munney was safe
it was a grate trip
an ere i am of a bewtiful sun-
dee afternoon full up to the neck
of gentelness an piece
the missus as gon to church
warin the swank fur thing an
the noo at an boots an cetera

wot i bot er out of my winnins
an she looked so orful toffy wen
she ad em awl on i riz me at to
er sort of unconscious
i rekin there is a lot of feemal
arts avin spasms in gunns gully
chapil today
me secund eldist boy clarems
is out shootin rabbits with the
noo amerliss gun i bot for im an
i can ear im poppin evry five
minits
the uther kids ave fixed up
the noo wireless gagits i bot em
an this mornin thay awl went
to church in melbun adlade sid-
ney an brisbin avin a bit of the
servis in ech city
bil smith bot imself a noo
acorjin out of is winnins an i
can ere im at is plaice up on the
ill tryin ard to play valencher as
a him of prase for kind
bookmakers
an outside the sun is shinin
an the littel dicky burds is twit-
terin an the pigs is squeelin
with delite an the whole
bowyang fambly is that pleezed

with their selfs an the presents
i bot em as a lot of dawgs with 2
tin tales apiece
an in the tee cady on the
mantil piece is a nice littel role
of 5 quid notes wot i ave got left
over after the good bookeys ave
bot awl these things an pade
that otel bil wot kep me awake
at nite an give me nervis dis-
pepsy evry time i et
an just wile i been ritin this
letter i ave jist remembered that
i cleen forgot to by annythink
for meself an i cud do reel well
with a noo pipe an a pare of
brasis
but praps sum nice bloke
mite win a wad sum day an give
em to me
but the onlay uther bloke in
gunns gully oo as wun on the
racis besides me an bil is ole alf
applyard at the post office and
e is to meen to give 3 cheers
hoppin you are the saim

yures truly
BEN BOWYANG