General Chat

Else I fink it's called readers wives, or summit like that. HRH x x x

nah it aint one ov them maggerzeens, its a quality paper from up the norf ov Scotland. Dolores indignant I is

Well yer still aven't told us wot yer bin up ter! If it's in a paper up in Scottyland we carn't read it from 'ere! Come on luv, spill the beans! Elsie

I was jest arsking some questions to this geezer and 'e said oh that would make a lovverly hooman interest story so I 'as to send him some more infermation froo the internetty thing Dolores

Ooo sarnds very posh an clever! Ah got one o them lap dancing puters so ah know all abart the internetty! So when da we get ta read it then! Elsie

'Ere you lot Effy is on er way 'ome from 'er olidays today, so will be in time to unpack, then pack again fer Bogna Fridey. Effy we 'ave missed ya darlin' hope you are all nice an comfy at 'ome, bet yer lookin forward to Bogna, even thou its a bit snowy, we'll 'ave a great laugh luv won't we? Much luv to ya darlin' HRH Mabel x x x

Evenin' Effy...evenin' gals. Jest ter let ya know that i'll be bringin' a jar of me best pickled onions ta Bogna. Stink real ripe they do yer know, strong enough ter blow the bottom owt of a buzzbomb...... Been matturin' in the jar since 1977....yeah that was it yer know, made a batch fer the queens silver jubbily. Gonna bring some milk stout too. Good fer yer it is. Put 'airs on yer chest it does. I ope ther's a wireless on the charra yer know..... we gota sing along wiv max..... Mildred x

Just in case you pop in, in the early hours Effy, this is just to say Hiya & nice to 'ave ya back where ya belong. It is bleedin' freezin 'ere gal, 'ope you got yer fermal vest and nighty on, an them bed sox that are made of that acrilic stuff. I 'ope It snows agin tonight so I don't 'ave to go a work termorra and I can come round your 'ouse and 'ave a nice cuppa, an sum toast an drippin. Night night me darlin' HRH Mabe x x x

Hiya Gals Just fought I'd pop in to let yur know I'm all ready fur Bognor tomorro. I'm bringin pickled onions and pickled eggs. Well, I'm sure as owe I eard Mabe say that she wanted us all pickled. I've ad a real busy day. Bin to Bakewell so see some cousins what I found on me lap dancin compooter. What a larf they all was. Took some photos, will show yer all tomorro (can I ear yur all grownin?). Ave yur ever ad that real Bakewell Puddin? OOHHH tasty aint the word fur it. Brought 3 ome to freeze. Well, it shouldn't be to difficult this wevver - stick um outside all night, the frost will do the rest. See yu all tomorrow - don't be late. Luv as alas - Clara xx

Hiya Clara luv, wheres the uvvers today then, must be packin' eh? I'm all packed but theres still the white stuff wiv us, and its frozen, just like ice blocks it is. You pickled onions an eggs are a leg end Clara, make sure you save us sum, that Fergie likes em an all. Fancy you bin visitin today, bit posh ain't ya, as fer bakewell, yep I love it, got any in yer suitcase? Do ya cuzzins wanna cum a Bogna, sure theres a couple of seats left. See ya tomorra, can't wait I can't HRH Mabel x x

We got snow agin 'ere, so we better start orf a bit sharpish I reckon. 'ope they got a fire on at Bogna! Put yer warm drawers on gals wont cha. HRHMabel x x x

Even got a bit o snow ere Mabe an ah've ad me fermals on all week anyroad! Mebbee give em a wash art before Bogna? Ah've made sum spam an fish paste sarnies and sum luvverly jam tarts. They got a bit stuck ter the tin tho. Ah've packed me gin an' an extra just in case. Hope me nice new crimplene an' net frock don't get ruined. Got me furry slippers, bed 'at an me big fluffy nightie. Ooo am so excited. Might wear me new frock in case we ave to be rescued by them luvverly RAF men. Definitely gonna wash me fermals nar!! Elsie

Well gals, I'm all ready an packed. What time we leavin Mabe luv? I don't know what yur all goin on about the wevver for. The suns bin shinin so bright for the last two days that I've bin tempted to put me smalls on the line. I've got 2 big jars of me pickled onions and eggs and as a special treat, cos Mabe said she liked it, I'm bringin a large Bakewell Puddin. I say large but there'll only be enough fur three. So after Mabe and Effie of course, the ovver piece will go to ooever grovels to me the most. See yur all later. Luv as alas - Clara x

p.s. I forgot ter tell yur. I fought of the purrfec song to sing on the charra. That well know song:- Didn't we ave a luverly time The day we went tu Bognor .........

Well Gals This charra is a good 'un ain't it? Come on Fergie gal up the steps, she's 'ad a bit too much to drink luv 'er. Cor blimey Cammie you look nice gal in that green tank top! Muvver in law lent it ya did she? Effy you got them mince pies you were gonna cook, put 'em in the tin up the front we'll eat 'em on the way. Clara you start the singsong, luv that song you chose, brings tears to me eyes it does. All tergevver now gals......... Didn't we have a luvvery time The day we went to Bogna.................................... HRH Mabel x x x

Ere yu go gals Chorus: Didn't we have a lovely time The day we went to Bognor A beautiful day, we had lunch on the way And all for under a pound, you know That on the way back I cuddled with Jack And we opened a bottle of cider Singing a few of our favourite songs As the wheels went around Do you recall the thrill of it all As we walked along the seafront Then on the sand we heard a brass band That made a tiddly tum ta ra ra Elsie and me had one cup of tea Then we took a paddling boat out Thrashing away as we sailed round the bay As the wheels went around Chorus: Wasn't it nice eating chocolate ice As we strolled around the fun fair Then we ate eels on the big ferris wheel As we sailed above the ground but then We had to be quick 'cause Elsie fell sick And we had to find somewhere to take her I said to her lad, what made her feel bad Was the wheel going around Chorus: Can't you still hear the noise on the pier As we took a breath of sea air Having a go at every side show We passed along the way, we had Our fortunes told, when it turned a bit cold And a go on the tombola It was such a surprise 'cause I won a prize When the wheel went around Chorus: Elsie and me, we finished our tea And we said good bye to the seaside Jumped on the bus, Flo said to us Oh isn't it a shame to go Wouldn't it be grand to have cash on demand And to live like this for always Oh it makes me feel ill when I think of the mill And the wheels going around Goin to be a bit preoccupied :)) but will chat later:)) Luv as alas - Clara xx

Same 'ere Clara, lets 'ope sum of the uvver gals join in, cos I've 'ad a few brown ales before I got 'ere, and feel a little bit squiffy do dah :))) HRH Mabel x x x

Are we there yet? Can I open me eyes? ooooo. I ate charabanging journeys cos I get eva such a dicky tummy. ooooo I feel funny like. I'll be wiv ya soon gals. Gladys

'Ere Glad I brought me bucket an spade wiv me ....yah can ave the bucket ter be sick in if yer want.....Wash it owt arfter, 'an we can use it fer the whip round on the way 'ome fer the driver. Anyone got a fish paste sarnie & pickled onion ?? And wheres the wireless 'an me sing a long a Max. All tergevver gals....... Yoooooooo neeeed 'andsss...... Are we there yet ?? Mildred x

Mornin' gals ! 'Ope yer 'ad a nice sleep in yer shallots. I 'ad one of them new hide a dahn fings on me bed. Real posh it is 'ere aint it gals ! . 'ERE ! Guess wot ?? There's only a bloomin' bingo 'all on site.....yeah...you 'erd right gals. Meetcha all there later,...... 'an don't ferget ta bring some of them left over fish paste sarnies,......... 'an i'll bring some of me pickled onions........yer know wot they say dahnt yer gals....waste not.... Mildred x