Ooh, look George! I'm making a book on the computer! Just like a young person! My lovely grandson Alan showed me how. Isn't that right, George?

I don't know, all these new-fangled things they have nowadays - like the motorised horseless carts and those little round biscuits with the red jam in the middle.

Madness! Madness George! Next they'll be telling me I'm not supposed to have conversations with my dead husband! They can't stop us, can they George?! Not even that awful little Boris boy who came over to the home and tried to get me to draw him a picture. The only thing I'll be doing for him is a big shit on his shoe! Stupid boy.

I'd better be off, for now. I might write a bit more of this book later, when I've had my medicine.

Ooh, and before I forget, I've got another book on the computer box. Apparently it's at www.myspace.com/grannythetwat

I don't know what that means, but if my Alan says it then it must be right. Toodlepip!