Time to explain why Hugh hasn't been in touch for a while. He was involved in a terrible freak gardening accident.
My dearest Sandra
I really must apologise for not being in touch sooner. I have had the most terrible time my love, truly awful.
About a week ago I was helping a friend out doing some gardening. He had
moved into a new house and the garden was like a jungle. I promised
that I would help him clear as much of it as I could before the really
awful weather sets in. We set to work, clearing
the weeds and the rubbish that was strewn all over. By the end of the
first day we had made real progress and I promised to come back the
following day to a bit more work.
I arrived at 9am to find Alan hard at it. As we had cleared most of the
weeds and rubbish, he had started to dig over the flowerbeds. I too
grabbed a spade and got stuck in. After about an hour of hard digging,
Alan struck something hard in the ground. We joked
about it being a treasure chest buried by pirates and he continued
digging. I went into the house to make us both a well earned cup of tea.
As the kettle boiled, I looked out of the window to see Alan on his
hands and knees, brushing soil away from the 'treasure
chest' with his hands. I did chuckle to myself as he frantically brushed
away the soil.
I made the tea and was just coming out of the back door with the cups
when the most terrible thing happened. It all happened so fast Sandra.
One minute I was stood there with cups of tea in my hand, giggling at
Alan the next there was a massive bang, a huge
explosion and I was thrown to the ground. I awoke some time later a
tangled mess of broken tea cups, soil, shrapnel and Alan's body parts.
Sandra, the 'treasure chest' that Alan had been trying to uncover was
actually an unexploded WW2 bomb! His furious digging and soil shifting
had disturbed it and it had exploded, killing him instantly. I awoke
with one of his legs strewn across my chest and
his left hand clutching at my groin. But don't worry, that doesn't make
me gay or anything. I am still all man I promise you.
Anyway, the emergency services arrived pretty quickly but Alan was in
far too many pieces for them to put back together, I suffered cuts and
bruises and got hot tea in my eye and needed some eye drops. But Sandra
the worst thing is, the noise from the blast
has damaged my ears and I am now completely deaf. I am devastated
because this means I will never get to hear your sweet, feminine voice.
In a few months they will try to operate and put right the damage but
there is no guarantee I will ever hear again.
Sandra, can you still love me? Could you find it in your heart to love a
deaf man? We could learn sign language together my love so we can still
say 'I love you'.
Please write back to me soon my love and tell me we will be ok.
Love you always
Hugh xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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