Dear self, Well done for filling the internet with 1,000
finely crafted articles pieces of nonsense.
Dear laptop, I’m pleased that you took some of my comments to heart last week and have sorted yourself out a little, but I feel it might be time to put you into retirement. You would be much happier, I think, without the demands I place on you, You could enjoy a peaceful life and my stress levels would certainly be a lot lower.
Dear traffic cones, I noticed, as we were driving north to Scotland earlier this week, that hundreds of you seemed to be enjoying a break on the northern reaches of the M6, in Cumbria. As there was no obvious sign of any roadworks going on, I assumed that you were having some well earned rest after months of faithful service on other major routes in the UK. I can’t help thinking that you could rest on the roadsides and verges just as easily as on the roads themselves, and the traffic wouldn’t be affected by you at all. ,
Dear Westmorland Tebay services, I always enjoy a break in your establishment, especially when I can have a view like this from my table while I have a bite of lunch in the restaurant.