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smalls or even their bedding,you never hear about anyone doing h*******k (ugh that word..).there is also the riddle of why do they all live in one room when we know they have front rooms , we never see inside that room, all sorts of things could be in them, mmm
very interesting..........

mistakenly assumed that the cellar was a good place to have a drag among the creates of beer but, strangely enough, illicit goings-on are usually limited to that other unmentionable 'soap'.

Talking about soap, when was the last time anyone was seen washing their ....

no-one else had remembered either since the renovations. The screams coming from the cellar indicated this. Someone had .......

, indeed, he may turn over a new leaf. But, that's enough of this dream.

Reality of everyday life on the street sets in. Streetcars are seen on the move for once. Sally looks younger than her daughters these days - botox perhaps or maybe not!

Meanwhile, the smoking 'lounge' at the Rovers caught fire on it's opening day & screams were heard coming from the cellar. Does anyone remember where the celler entrance is? Next to the gents, perhaps!

Well, you wouldn't believe it if I told you that ....

any body he new,as he was at a very vounarble stage of his life,and so much had happened already in the last six months he didnt need any more confusions in his life write now,nor did any of his friends or family want to have to try and pick him up from the bottom of another huge heap of what every he would get into this time,whether it be to do with another relationship triangle or

he decided to find all he could about various ways to make Gails life miserable,(other than having him for a son) he made friends with a guy who was well known as the Fixer....meanwhile back at the kebab shop, Seans mate was trying to warn him offf going away with

his strategy with his mother during her visits and hence to his finally coming home - Nicky is in Canada, dear sister and her child in Italy - the road is clear for a devious backstabbing demon so

so there we have it - Jack Duckworth's love child - in that case Terry is her brother - how lovely - perhaps that's where David's genes come into play she thought. Now Gail had always fancied herself a cut above the rest of the street, as did her mother in spite of the fact that she had such a peculiar accent - what would people thunk when they discovered she was in fact Gail Duckworth - didn't bear thinking about. She decided to keep quiet about it for a while in order to come up with a stratgegy. She also wondered if Jack was aware he was David's grandfather - the shock could kill him stone dead. Meanwhile David was languishing in his cell unware of recent revelations and he began to plan

......but then, JD didn't live in Rosamund Street, what a relief. 'Gail, I know you're upset lovey, but if you sit down for a minute, I'll make us a nice pot of tea and talk it over, you fetch the Digestives..........

"Oh no!" screamed Gail, 'I don't believe it-I won't believe it". Then she remembered she rather liked pigeon pie..........

Gail's father had a wife, and Jack Duckworth had been playing away with her on his windowcleaning round.......Vera had followed him and discovered his liaison, and told her husband......

.....two can play at that game he thought, and caught sight of Audrey with her beehive hairdo and false eyelashed.......hmmmm.....

oh er.... said Audrey..it must me your father. Gail was shocked, she never knew she had a Dad. She had lots of uncles when she was growing up but never a Dad!

Gail turned over the letter the address was 2 Rosamand Street, oh my god, just around the corner. Her real father had been there all this time and she never knew. He must have been watching her and her brood getting up to all sorts over the years.

Gail turned to her mother, 'Mother you are a good for nothing old tart, with a very odd accent and an equally odd hairstyle. Why dd you never tell me about him?

Audrey looked witsfully into the past......

she opened the envelope and found a letter and a copy of a will, it read, to the family of Audrey Roberts, to her children I leave the contents of my home the address is over leaf, to their children I leave £500
wow Gail was gobsmacked, she ran or rather hobbled over to her mums",who is this person "she said

These thoughts were running through Gales mind, well,was it David! Only one way to find out.

It was David up to his old tricks - remember when he found Ivy's diary?

headed towards the travel agents. Meanwhile, back at the Platts, Gail was eyeing a letter which had arrived that morning. Nothing strange about that, except it was addressed to Bert & Ivy Tilsley and dated 1960 something and she couldn't quite make out where it had come from and why it had been delivered to her house, especially after so long. It hadn't been re-addressed or owt. Should she open it. What would the contents reveal about that old witch Ivy. That was it! the post mark ended in 'something' 'wich', but which 'wich' and why!

start a rumour about him being a wanted criminal - that should keep him off any cruise!!! Rita pondered going on a cruise but remembered the last time she had gone on holiday to Blackpool and that Alan Bradley turned up - very nasty memories. She decided instead to get her hair re-dyed from that marmalade colour to a subtle red again. She wondered if Bet Lynch was still on the go and if so was she still blonde and wearing leopard skin - maybe not. There was no talent in Coronation Street for Rita, or anyone else come to that - perhaps they should try and get Liz to do some speed dating in the Rovers. To this end Rita

sell the shop realise your assets and go on a world cruise as Norris will not have the assets you have accrued - there is not fear of him being on the same ship but should you be concerned you could always

queried how you manage to fit behind the counter with Norris there too. Two fat lumps together! And another thing Rita, talking about fat lumps, when did you last visit your dearly departed
husband(s)?

As Roy will confirm, even in Roman times, the deceased was placed in a tomb that became an alter of worship upon which pious descendants periodically placed some flowers. Norris has just reminded me that you have no descendants - just like himself.

So, here's a suggestion. What you should do now is .....

has anything been happening lately - as you know I never listen to gossip nor do I indulge but feel I must keep up to date with events in order that I may converse with my customers - your customers queries Rita - me laddo - they were mine first then ours but yours alone never