Moving Away

Yesterday’s corner time: 3 Minutes.

On Friday, I went to Chessington World of Adventures again with Emily. Call me picky if you like but I’ve been less inclined to meet up with her ever since she accused me of smelling of pooh.

The morning went well but at lunch time, she delivered some devastating news. She’s moving 600 miles away to Scotland.

I couldn’t believe that I smelled so badly to warrant such a drastic measure. I immediately tried to reassure her that I had dispensed with dousing myself with Dad’s aftershave and instead preferred going au naturale.

She wasn’t too impressed by this revelation but she shared that the decision to up sticks was less to do with my bodily odours and more to do with her parents desire to live somewhere full of Scottish people.

Emily said that I can go and visit but I’m not sure long distance relationships work. It was bad enough when she lived on the other side of town, let alone in another country.

I think that her Dad might actually be one of these Scottish types. My Dad said that perhaps we’ve all had a lucky escape, as we would have probably ended up paying for the wedding. I’m not quite sure why he should say this.

Matthew.

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