octiopus rex 12

(From a Letter from Herbert to a Friend)
francesca explained last night that she was drunk, intoxicated and inebriated and that she had lost her crown and could not find it anywhere. this morning she was going around asking that everyone keep the noise a minimum level.
for dinner martin cooked a stew of frog hearts, mushrooms, catnip and cactus, with that we drank kangaroo-rat milk. you keep commenting on how strange you think the food that we eat is, you should visit us and you would see how delicious it is.
tonight i am going to fly to edinburgh to have my hair cut at the blue ginger on clerk street. martin is going to sell a painting to a lady who lives in newtongrange, it is a painting of francesca sitting on an egg and reading a book.
we are going to eat haggis when we arrive in edinburgh. i hope that we will be able to find a room in a hotel.
last night i did not have time to finish this letter.
we arrived at the aeroport in london at seven o'clock this morning. we had been booked on a non-existing flight and the flight on which we were finally booked was delayed five hours. we were told that the plane was being cleaned, but when we were getting ready to eat breakfast i pulled down the tray and there were bits of scrambled eggs all over it. also there was a problem with the elevator used to deliver the meals to the passengers and breakfast was delayed one hour.
martin and i took the intercity 125 from london to edinburgh. we enjoyed the haggis when we arrived in edinburgh.
after eating we walked to the blue ginger and i had my hair cut. edinburgh is a lovely city in which to walk. if you have not been there you should go, you would find it lovely.
we took the bus to newtongrange where martin sold the painting to the lady, her husband bought the rag with which martin cleaned his paint brush for 250 pounds. he said it would look beautiful hanging over his fireplace.
love,
herbert