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lovely Em.....I only take size 3 and am 4'10 !!!

CHAPTER TWELVE Gwendoline Housemartin came out of the pub and was lured into the chippy by the smell of battered cucmber…. “evening Gwen” Jean Etta said as she threw another tray of chips into the fryer. “ what can I get you?” “ooh, do you have any jockey’s whips dear” Gwendoline enquired. “ jockeys whips? Jean etta was puzzled “ oh, you mean chips!. I didn’t know you was a cockney gwen” Jean Etta laughed. “ No” gwen replied “ I mean jockey’s whips, them things you smack horses backsides with”….. Suddenly, Jean Etta was distracted by a comotion outside the chippy… Rebecca Melonchest was about to knock on Dans Door when she spied polly Annadin Tarted up to the nines heading off to the pub…right behind Steve Mc Boffin. “Oi, you.. Dolly Polly” Rebecca shouted down the street. Polly paused and turned round “Ah.. erm “ polly stuttered… “ Rebebcca was having none of it, “ so where do you think you are going dressed up like Lily Savage on speed then?” She spat “ don’t tell me, you want to get me out of the way so you can get your size 12 feet under steve Mc Boffins table” Rebecca Glared hard at Polly, who had turned a deep shade of red, matching her dress.. “ Not at all, Rebecca, and anyway, my feet are a size 10 not 12… “ she lied. “ Anyway,” Rebecca carried on “ you look like a stick of rhubarb in that get up, steve wont look twice at you, especially with my.. er.. large up front commodities” polly knew she had a point.. well two of them actually, “ I am not after that Steve anyway, I just wanted to show off my new haircut” polly was getting desparate now, she had just seen Lemonella tottering into the pub and knew steve also had a thing about stilettos, In fact steve had a thing about a lot of things, but that’s another story…..

Oi !!! Who are you calling a 'Strange daughter' ??? PMSL !!!! :0) Joan xx

Em ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,your a star * * * * *

I expect fireworks, Red hair and temper to match...

I'm a Leo too Polly lol ;))

I forgive you Babs, can you do it red next time.....I feel firey...! I am a Leo...

*whispers to Deb no ones safe, I didn't think she knew me that well either......*gulp

Oh Em, so glad you don't know me that well, pmsl, think I would rather keep my anonimity. pmsl.

PMSL!!!!

Sorry Polly Anna didnt have my glasses on again;;; wimpers into the corner

*flabbergasted!!! No yaks allowed????? noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Nudged for the afternoon shift.....

Another brilliant chapter Em. Keep them coming LOL Tina

*Glowers at Babs*, you ruined my hair !All gleaming and shiny now....lots of conditioner...*flounces out *

Em love it ;;;; 'Polly Annadin' hehe hehe Babs

my reputation is ruined ! I shall sue.....!! very good Em....

CHAPTER ELEVEN Of course, Terina O Fartly wasn’t on her way to the airport at all. She was perched on top of a bar stool in ‘Wining Ways’, Susie Smithes wine bar in Ancestry lane. Friday nights were lambrini nights, £3 a bucket, and free straws thrown in. Terina sipped delicately on her bucket and waited for Susie to finish her curly wurly (she ate a lot of those). Finishing, Susie wiped her mouth and pulled up a bar stool. “ so Terina, what do you think of my idea for Saturday nights then?” “ well” Terina replied, “ a happy hour always goes down well with the Yorkshire crowd” “ Good” Susie beamed, “just what I was thinking, right, I think 6.30 til 11pm sounds about right” (Susie was rubbish at maths.) Terina rolled her eyes heaven wards and kept quiet. Best let Susie just get on with it Terina thought. Suisie carried on “ jean etta down at the chippy does a happy hour too, selling half price haddock 30 mins before she closes, and that goes down a storm. That polly Annadin is always first in the queue” Terina sighed “ yes Susie, but that polly is always first in the queue for anything” “ no matter” Susie carried on, “ and what about an Irish night? That should be fun, ms daisy would like that” “ yes Susie, but what about Ms Daisy’s many strange daughters? “ Terina took a quick slurp of Lambrini” I mean, look at that lemonella, she goes round in yellow stilletos with a hedgehog on a lead. Then theres that wendy with her wayward neice the phantom trumpet player. And what about that Emsie… nobody has seen her for 2 years since she started writing a book . Oh and don’t get me started on that Our Joanie!” Susie mulled this over, “ well you have a point Terina, I know, what if I put up a sign outside… no stilettos, hedgehogs or yaks? That should sort it” And with that Susie picked up another curly wurly.

* shoves Bec off again *.. got clean polka dot ones on Steve ! Not even ten am, should I delete that !!?

Loving it Em. Am I going to get lucky tonight ;0) ?