General Chat

lol its better than corrie and your characters are soooooo believable lol Julie xxx

It all seems very realistic, apart from the catering college and cooking thing. Gwynne

Fab! LOL

Em I have never met any of you but the story is so good and makes me feel I know you all! Lynne

Nudge for Gwen because she cant count! lol

i know but im still confused wether its me tonight ,,,is it me i was last time i looked ,but the others couldnt tell me they didnt know me,is it me or is it someone else,cos if its not me i'm; lost

oh sigh.... Gwen... you are Gwendoline HouseMartin Guin De Vere is Guinevere *starts typing chapter 4 loudly*

GOSSIP Grannie Annies been playing with her rabbit

Grannie Annie hasnt got a rabit... its a Gunnie Pig... tut

she said it involved a rabbit an i only want to know about one sort of rabbit,,,,cos im getting one tomorrow

eh? lol not going to Ann Summers are you? pmsl

Yeh wanna come with me. who else wants to come with me

erm... that would be a NO Gwen.. pmsl ;))

Do you realise that means ,,'him' will want to come with me,,do you think i should tell the mil what i spent the money she gave us for our anniversary on,,

nah lol

*hopes she meets Johhny Depp, the local pirate, in next chapter*

Well, I don't know where the connection with me and pubs comes from. They've never been my favourite places, and I hardly ever visit one, but if it helps the story ...LOL It's very funny, Em. :>))))))))))))))) Gwynne, You never told me what you did in your spare time! ;>)))) CB >|< XX

ahh well CB, you see, i was relating you to the good old days of Corrie when whatsername was in charge... the lady with standards and morals and spoke the queens English and held a bit of authority.. oh what is her name....

Annie Walker!!! thats her... people respected her ;))

CHAPTER 4 It was a long day at the office…. The Post Office that is. Wendy Wigglesbottom, the post mistress had been dishing out the dosh all day to GRrrrrr Streets old and infirm… And Lemonella who was unable to work on account of her being a lemon. At 5.30pm precisely, Wendy heaved herself from behind the counter and went to shut up shop, when, suddenly out of the blue she stopped and flew around to look to the back of the post office. There crouching in the corner was Miss Stephanie Steed, the local stump… I mean trumpet player, blubbering away and with a wild look in her eye… “ oh bugger “ said wendy, “ it looks like Wiggleswick brass band has chucked Stephanie out again for blowing trumpets where she should’nt” Never mind a long day, it was going to be a long night too… Wendy went to help her niece up off the floor, and guided her into the back kitchen behind the shop. She sat Stephanie down, and went to flick the kettle on when she realised sh had not locked the shop up. “ oh dear.. I wont be a min…..” Too late, wendy heard the tinkle of the shop door, and in walked Jessica Bobbin with a very mangled Trumpet… “ah” said Wendy… “don’t tell me where you found that then, I think I can guess” “well yes dear, and I had to use some force to prise it out of Guin De Vere’s Lemon Merangue!” exclaimed Jessica. “anyway, I must be off, I promised dave Duckworth a game of darts down at the GR Arms… see you later dear…” And with a wave of her hand Jessica the local dog warden was off down the cobbles on her wonky bike….