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I'll tell her you said that BC!

removed, as with hindsight it could be considered offensive. T.O.R. ;~))

*nervously...yes, TW, but tell her I said it with AFFECTION....fgs.....lol

Em tip of the day,,no year When making cakes with three year olds, Dont get sidetracked an leave her alnoe with cakes

Oh dear Gwen, what was the result?

me reading this thread 12 cakes - 11 =1 left

chapter 22 out in about an hour... depending on whether my brain starts working very soon ;))

Goody, goody....Don't forget I'm not a strumpet any more..

Hmmmm....not what I've heard Ms Annidin! *wanders off to spread gossip*

Excuse me....Mags McBristols...! * flounces off with scarf round neck*

My maid seems to have done a runner, has anyone seen her? I need someone to peal me a grape. Gwynne

ladies, ladies, please! we are an oasis of calm! breath iiiiiiiiiiiin breath oooooooooooout now, isn't that better? *paces up and down waiting for script*

* rushes in* I was waiting in the dressing room, not on the stage... Peel a grape...That was a catch phrase somewere....

ER/// MIGHT BE A SMALL DELAY... i got carried away doing the housework... eh??? did i just say that?? wont be long.. the keyboard will be smoking in a minute,,, ( nasty habit)

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO Polly Annidin was tying an apron round her ampled bossomed waist, ( she had forgotten to put on her bra) when she heard a bell tinkle from upstairs. Yes, Polly had done away with her strumpetting and got a job.. hurrah I hear you all say, well lets face it, she was getting alittle long in the tooth for shinanigans, and her hair had started to fall out from all that backcombing.. or was it something to do with Bouffant Babs’ flyspray? Anyway, Ms Guine De Vere had took pity on the poor lass and offered Polly a job as lady’s maid. £4.50 a week, bed board and two Eccles cakes a week. The bell tinkled again, and Polly gathering up her tea tray rushed upstairs to see what madam wanted. Guine had. Had yet another bad night dreaming about john Prescot and an Intercity 125, and was rather grumpy ( well wouldn’t you be?) “ ah, there you arePolly” Guine moaned, “ I was beginning to think you had run off with my best brass knick knacks” “ no Ma’am, just putting the bread out and the cat in the oven like wot you asked.. m’am, milady., missus” it was taking polly a little getting used to this bowing and scraping lark. “ oh never mind” Guine looked tired “ would you pop down to the Surgery and pick up my prescription, and take those rhubarb vaullevants ( yes I know I spelt that wrong but do I care, I am in a hurry) down to Lemonella Buttercup, she is partial to a bit of rhubarb is that girl and I do feel sorry for her.. you know her mother and all that” Polly nodded and was about to leave “ oh and ” Guine called after her…. “ polly, put the kettle on” ( soory folks I HAD to put that in…) Polly rushed down the stairs… “ now what did missus high an mighty say… go to the docks and get a description and take miss daisy a lemon puff” polly put her coat on and slipped out of the back door “ see, that CSE in woodwork did come in handy, I am not as thick as people keep making out”

OOOOOO!! a starring role ! co- starring Mrs Prescott..... How did you know about my ample bosoms? Who have you been talking to>. Bet it was jealous Lemonella.... Thanks Em,, I will suffer now from the Diva...

And why exactly does Polly have big parts? (pause for chocolate gag) Who is the star here - where is Cain Dingle? *re-examines contract*

Just Caught up with it,Its very Good,Em:-)) xxx

Chapter 23 As the door closed behind her, Polly remembered the kettle. She let herself back in and put the kettle on. She tied a scarf around it hoping to hide it from curious onlookers. “They said missus was eggs centrical but this is a bit much,” she muttered to herself. She found a notepad and pencil (to note down the description of the docks) and rushed out through the door and clattered off down the cobbles. She passed a tall, dark, sinister looking man, clad in a scruffy leather jacket who looked vaguely familiar. She turned and saw that he was peering through the window at Guine’s fancies. “Hmmm, he looks like he’s come straight off the farm,” she thought. Then she went on her way to get the description of the docks, rushing past the pub hoping no one would see the kettle. Inside Roxy was pouring a drink for Ayley who had popped in for a quick one during her lunch break. Georgie had passed out in a corner. Maggy Blanche Ristol was talking to Daisy Buttercup in the snug. “So, did they let you have your pension or not?” she sighed. Daisy’s explanation had exhausted her. “Well, no, but a kind lady gave me a ticket for Skegness, so it wasn’t a wasted journey,” smiled Daisy. Lemonella bustled in and rushed to the bar. “I’ve just seen a man lurking outside the cake shop”. “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh,” said Maggie, was he driving a jag?” “Fuff, jags are sooo last summer,” scorned Lemonella, “I think he was jointing the case”. Roxy sighed and poured her a drink. Ayley ordered another but before she could drink it Bouffant Babs arrived brandishing a hair drier. “Ayley,” she roared (waking Georgie who stood up suddenly banging her head on a table), “I need to discuss something with you. I’d just finished giving Nancy Anna Marple a blue rinse when I remembered the bottle of Ex lax. Is there anything you want to tell me?” “Popcorn, anyone?” asked Daisy. Before Ayley could come up with a convincing lie, Polly burst through the door. “You’ll never guess what……………….” “You’re wearing a kettle?” hazarded Roxy. Polly ignored her. “There’s police out in the street and they are surrounding the missus’ fancies!” Shocked gasps echoed around the pub. “And another thing”, said Polly………. “Go on, go on .......... ,'urged Lemonella. “Well, the docks are all full of water.”

Yeeeeeeeyyyyyy Brilliant Gwynne! Nearly as good as Our Em!!!!!*wonders who the scruffy looking stubbled rough handed leatherclad farmlike worker can be?