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*hurls missiles at Polly* *continues to hold breath*

* what a pity two jags was a dream*============>runs......

*holds breath on the off chance*

Glad this is back Em, love reading it XXXXXX

*thinks Gwynne shouldn't hold her breath* LOL Excellent as always Em!

Never touched his bin ..............or anything...........Thanks Em, real tonic.....

*hopes it involves Johnny Depp*

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Guin woke with a start, her head quickly checking the smooth uncreased pillow lying next to her. “phew, “ she sighed, but as she did, she caught smell of a very whiffy nature…Glancing over at Mr Tibbles her very fat ginger cat.. who glared back indignantly, her nose then led her to look at her beside cabinet. There sat a plate of half eaten mature stilton. “ I knew I shouldn’t have had that ruddy cheese last night” Guin Moaned to herself “ I had the most horrendous nightmare, something about John Prescott and mint imperials” Guin sank back into the pillows and tried to piece togther what actually did happen last night. She could remember sitting with Susie Smithe in her wine bar, having a small sherry for dutch courage, but when Susie brought out the blue bucket, her mind became hazy.. Guin decided she better phone Susie to find out, but after ringing several times, to no answer, Guin gave up Susie must either be sleeping off a Lambrini induced coma or catching flies on a park bench somewhere… never mind, she would phone again later. But why the Dutch courage? And what on earth was Terina doing with that bicyle pump last night? And what was polly Annadin doing rumaging around in Steve Mc boffins bin? Someone banging on the door downstairs shook Guin from her thoughts… she lept (well stumbled) out of bed, throwing on her dressing gown, and quickly went downstairs to the shop. Fumbling with the keys to the shop door , Guin was about to give whoever was rapping loudly on the letter box short thrift, when she saw Steve Mc Boffin standing outside on the pavement, holding Guins handbag in front of him.. “ what the….” Guin stated as she opened the door… “ Miss De vere..” Steve, said quickly, smiling “ you left your bag in my taxi last night, I didn’t realize til it was too late and you had already disappeared into the station by then” Guin, groaned loudly and, grabbing the bag she dashed back upstairs to her bedroom… “ oh Mr Tibbles… what HAVE I been up too this time?”

Thanks Our Em,,,,can't wait...

*rubs hands together and sniggers*

Chapter 15 coming shortly :))

Nudged because mentioned on old biddies thread..* waves to Prescotts girl *

*adds to list*

Em, you've missed your vacation in life! (Or maybe this is actually it pmsl!). Reading this has now made me late, better go!! Mags. x

PMSL!! laughed that much my tea came down my nose and I nearly choked!!

Whoops , naughty me.....!!!

*double underlines and asterisks*

Nudging up to embarass everyone.....

foxy deserves everything he gets.....go on Em , make him suffer....

Oh Em stop pmmmmmmmsssssssslllllll not a nice thing to do to an old biddie (Fred's term) pmsl. tenas pleaseeeeeeeeee