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

GOSSIP Grannie Annies been playing with her rabbit

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

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

Nudge for Gwen because she cant count! lol

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

Fab! LOL

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

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

Em brill only it red sequin handbag more

CHAPTER 3 Lemonella pulled safetypin the hedgehog off the cobbles and onto the pavement.She had stopped outside Guin De Vere's Fondent Fancies cake shop, 'ooh look Safetypin, i know just the thing to cheer me up, a lovely squishy choccy eclair' lemonella tied the hedgehogs' lead to the drainpipe outside Fondent fancie, and clattered in her stilletos through the shop door. 'morning Guin' lemonella smiled looking eager at all the delightfull cakes. But Guin didnt hear her, she was miles away as she popped a cherry on top of a coconut swirl... 'Its an awfull day' carried on lemonella oblivious to the fact she hadnt got an audience.. ' someone told me last night that that temptress Rebecca melonchest has stolen my Dan O' Donell and run off o Milton Keynes with him to watch the Wurzels in concert' Lemonella heaved a big sigh.. nearly falling off her stilettos, ' i mean, just because she is younger than me, i dont think i look that bad for 63 do i Guin?' 'Guin?' lemonella suddenly realised Guin wasnt listening.... 'something funny about that woman 'thought lemonella' and so did quite a few other people, well except Ms Daisy Buttercup, who spent most of her time in a Baily induced haze, wondering how many children she actually had... but anyway, it was rumoured that Guin de vere had a secret past life.It was strongly rumoured thatshehad been a tiller girl at the Moulin Rouge and was whisked away one day by a Lord snodsbury to Bognor, thinking she was to be married to his Lordship only to find her brought her back to England to perform on Brighton pier as a duoble act with Cedric the comic contortionist. Guin in a broken hearted haze, ran away to catering college where she threw herself into perfecting the fondent fancy... but anyway where was i... oh yes... ' can i have a chocoalte eclair please Guin and a cream slice for safety pin?' Lemonella said loudly, 'oh, sorry deary, didnt see you there' replied Guin, quickly snapping out of her trance.. ' of course you can deary, and hows your love life these days, i heard you had got a young man' lemonella groaned... and started the sorry saga again.....

I object to being called a green-sequinned bag!

loved it!! xx

LMAO

*sees the resemblance PMSL* *runs and hides*

*sourly....and Missy Windolene gets a green sequinned handbag....hmph....

and me to be a stroppy beater upper of wee boys PMSL

Infamy! You are making me out to be a LUSH! lol BC

oh what the heck.... CHAPTER TWO Just as Ms daisy was about to tell all she felt a draught behind her (pun intended), the doors opened to find Gwendoline HouseMartin standing in bemusement. Miss daisy pulled her yak closer round her shoulders and stared into her nearly empty bailys. Gwendoline slapped her green sequinned shoulderbag onto the bar and rolled her eyes heavenwards. ' I was supposed to be going to the Tips and Records office but forgot why' She rummaged around her bag and pulled out a Praline flake. ' oh well ' sighed gwendoline ' A latte and a bacon Butty please Betty' Ms Camberwell pursed her lips and straightened her shoulders ( she was quite tall and could be slightly intimidating especially when she used long words) ' now Gwendoline, I have told you before, this is NOT Hazy Harolds all night cafe' (run by Harold hazy) 'oh Damn' muttered gwendoline ' I really must stop faffing about ' she rummaged about in her bag again and plucked out her Chunnell reading specs' It was only then she noticed ms daisy, sucking the life out of the bottom of her glass. ' can i buy you a drink?' offered gwendoline ' oh, by the way, i have just seen your lemonella teetering on the cobbles outside in lemon stilletos and shouting at some poor unfortunate lad' Ms Daisy sat up alarmed... ' ' do you sell floor mops betty' gwendoline smiled innocently... ' oh woe is me wailed Ms Daisy ' what have i done to deserve such wayward children? If its not lemonella wandering about the country looking like a right lemon its our emsie writing libelous stories... and then there is ourJoanie... dont get ne started on her!!' ' another pint of bailys is it Daisy?' offered Betty Camberwell warming up to a good scandel......

PMSL.......Lemonella doesn't strop, she flounces gracefully, pouts deliciously and untwists her knickers with a quick wiggle and a :-)