Walshy decided he was left handed
Yet another one of his quirks!
He went for a holiday at the end of the garden and wrote his housemates a postcard
The ink had been smeared across the page by Walshy's famous sweaty palms
The group could only work out one or two words
"We can't read this ruddy thing mate" Debs bellowed down the garden
Walshy was ignoring the group, they weren't on the holiday with him
He sloshed another bucket of water into his pile of sand and dipped his toes in