Dear Aunty Jean,
I have just found out that my husband has been sending pictures of a certain part of his anatomy, albeit in a ‘flaccid’ state, to women on several social network platforms.
He says that he only did it because he got bored with talking about holiday destinations, wildlife docmentaries etc all the time.
I am quite devastated!
How could he do this to me?
Yours, sobbing into my muesli, Deanna, Totnes
Aunty Jean says:
Dear sobbing muesli,
This muesli stuff is foreign isn’t it?
What’s wrong with porridge?
Your unpatriotic breakfast aside, I am afraid that I don’t see quite what your problem is.
You talk about a certain part of his anatomy being ‘flaccid’ but don’t say which part. I’ve asked my devoted secretary, Miss Tiffany, and she is in the dark too!
Please clarify, is he sending pictures of a limp wrist for example?
Drop me another line asap!
Aunty Jean says:
I have just had another letter from Deanna, Totnes, outlining with a little more clarity what she meant in her last missive.
Deanna: Whilst I understand that you enclosed a photograph of the organ in question for the purposes of information, a written explanation would have sufficed.
Miss Tiffany opens my mail and I found her this morning passed out on the floor of my study.
The bucket of water that I had to tip over her, to gently wake her up, has left my Persian rug drenched!
Not only do I think that you should leave your husband for his ‘virtual’ infidelity I would advise that you become celibate. It can’t be psychologically healthy for any woman to get into bed with something like that every night.
Hope that helps! Aunty Jean
Remember! What’s in a man’s underpants doesn’t bear thinking about!