Yes, this is a complaint letter about tampons. So “Why is there a cuddly Labrador puppy?” I hear you say. That’s Andrex, not Tampax, right? Well, it’s not just any old Labrador, it’s Marley, and he’s in the letter
“I shook hands with a berber tribesman who’d been crossing the desert on a camel and sleeping rough for weeks and even HE was taken aback by the smell of my hand. “It’s the steering wheel!” I cried. “It’s not my fault!” An american tourist in Fez thought I was a vet. When I asked why, he said: “Your hand smells so bad I just assumed that it spent a lot of time deep inside pregnant cows.” “
A power cut lasting three days is inconvenient enough but when you have a body in the freezer in the loft, things can get decidedly unpleasant….