You left your humanity at the door when you logged in to FR I think. I was telling the story just as my mother told me, when I was about seven years old. She didn’t read it to me, so already you have assumed you know something you couldn’t possibly know, which is your MO, isn’t it? Skip the details, don’t show any interest, but strike like a snake at the first opportunity. That’s how far off-base you are, because your nature is vicious, and your pleasure is to destroy. Why do you think I bothered to write such a simply story addressed to you? I wanted to see if there was an ounce, a shred of common decency left in you. You probably didn’t notice, how much the story had been changed from the original, which is something that happens when something is transmitted orally, which this was. My mother probably heard if from her mother, who was taught it by her father, who was the school teacher in a little village just outside of Salzburg.
THAT’S IN AUSTRIA.
And that is the reason I don’t use certain forms of speech that are typically Australian, as you so astutely pointed out. Did that make you suspicious? That I don’t address people as mate, or tell them to bugger off, as you suggested? I haven’t heard the expression ‘don’t go crook at me’ for soooooooo long it makes me wonder, just where are you really?
Don’t tell me, there’s nothing more I want to know about you.