All The Eff-ohs Are Out

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Caro's language has deteriorated yet further now that she drives. 

One word - in particular - is a bit of a new Caro favourite. "F*ck-oh".

The roads are full of f*ck-ohs, according to Caro. Especially today. It was the day after ANZAC Day and everyone was re-stocking their fridge after ONE WHOLE DAY of closed supermarkets.

Caro and me popped out for a pie at lunchtime. But the f*ck-ohs had eaten all the pies. "Like LOCUSTS!" gasped Caro. 

Eventually we found pie, at a pie place near the beach. And then drove home to eat the pie. It made for a nice end to our Friday. 

And on the drive home we saw that the "Spectrum" car repair shop had been vandalised. "Quick! Take a picture!" said Caro, anticipating today's blip ahead of me. 

Sadly, the vandals did not take out the second "R" in "Rectrum". But we see what they were trying to do and we appreciate it. 

S.