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in their right mind would dislike roast taties, bubble n squeak, and a side of cabbage? Thinking I was onto something here, I prepared to rejoice ,telling Rosie all about Philbert and his rank misdemeanours. Rosie was not, however,...

two hours 43 minutes 54 seconds, starting...now...'. I stood looking at him. 'Boss..what's the urgency?', he asked, cutting a carrot 🥕 with a sharp knife, smiling laconically as he declared, ' the best chef is a chilled chef, and Rosie agrees.' 'Oh she does now..??' ''And she probably agrees that you are a....'

, for instance, he didn't know the difference between an eggs Benedict and a beggars banquet, probably also knew nothing of the practice or practise conundrum, and I bet he valued Stork margarine over Flora. His name, Philbert, is odd, and my oh my, his sartorial skills and....

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that if we have anymore. ' 'Yes I will be exposed in the press like a dangerous criminal. ' 'And rightly so..did you know, in London, 400 premises a year fail an inspection. Mr Revolting, we shall be unannounced visiting you on October 8 next year..we will not be telling you the date..' OK.'

let myself plus your esteemed, estimable, established, daughter, get on with running 🏃‍♀️..' '..talking of running..the council have been notified, about the food poisoning here recently..the hospital have told them..expect..' 'The expected..', said I, suddenly worried that this issue...

himself was a respected counsellor, Hildebrand J Revolting, and he taught me all I need to know about psychology, thank you. If you think you're going to bedazzle me with quackery, you're mistaken. All the henchmen....' 'Roight moit, that's me dan.. she wazzen a taff job really..jass a removal of a brolly fram an S bend..vats 1 paand 56 ploise', implored Arthur, hand outstretched. ✋️ Staggered, I gave him a fiver instead. ' Moit, oi....

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Arthur Pound, in Brixham. Arthur had been to Everest, trying to find the wedding ring lost by one of Ed Hilary' s blokes in 1953 or something,but instead of that, Arthur found a new zest for life, learned how to make momos, and could regale his grandkids to be, with this feat, until about,..2035 ish..? 'Arfur Pound, plammer, ello?',came the plaintive,weedy voice down the receiver. Two hours later, a small, mousy 50 something bloke arrived, and seemed badly in need of two things..a haircut , and a toilet. 'Oim basstin fer a bog moit so oi spose oid better arry ap n fix vis ven shall oi?' Disgusted, I walked off only to find daddy and Rosie whispering in the kitchen. 'We were just talking....

your plumbing is not required. Our plumbers are Botchitt and Leakie, a new duo down from Aberdeen so leave..', and he did, and unpaid too. The audacity of the geezer was astonishing, he had the gall to .....

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oh so sweet small talk, that workaday lads such as Jack , lapped up. 'Ow lav, you are a lavvly girw...an oi guess es yer lucky feller is e. ? Moi oh moi, you're lavvly..', 'Tee hee, you're such a charmer..there's a tea and scone supper at the Mill next Thursday week, wanna join me and Johnny..I am certain

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I am a qualifoid plammer.. eres me certificate ', he declared, producing a yellowing script of paper with reddish writing,evidently rain damaged and suspiciously looking as if it's been stuck in his reeking ,sweaty arsed pocket for decades, maybe a millennia or so. 'Go on , sort it all out', I said, annoyed that Rosie was giving a muppet the glad eye,yet again. The phone rang, I picked it up. 'Marylebone hospital here , we had a report that a group of 3 people are reporting food sickness signs..are you...

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...you're the most adorable 😍 love ever, I can't even say how much I love you...', and at that, we engaged in a whirling, swirling, clinch, which ended with us sashaying gaily across the room, until we sprawled over a kitchen table , recently cleared. 'Everyfin awroight ?', asked a man in blue overalls, paint stains, spanner in hand, 'owny my mavver erd a comocean jass earlier so oi fawt oid do me manly duties an....' 'Manly duties?', gasped Rosie, as I asked the man who he is. 'Jack Weldit', he said, 'oi owny live nearby.. what is vis ploice ennywoi?', he asked, his

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putting on coats , scarves , and mufflers, the latter being more appropriate for some than others, I mused, as we began clearing tables. I was feeling worried about how to appease Rosie, who would be like a kitten with a ball on this, until I appeased her. Shall I take her to the pictures? Make a stew? Start washing my plate after eating? Make the bed at home? What does a man do, I wondered, sat on a chair, a look of deep concentration on my face, my body leaning forward, head on fist, elbow on knee, determined to get to the bottom of this. Any thoughts I may have had regarding the issue of telling Rosie about the new name for the cafe, were brought forward, as ' daddy' entered, saying, ' I say, a young chappie out there has just told me this premises is called the Pussy Galore cat cafe..what a splendid idea..Rosie , start building the sign for the door to reflect that..I will design one for above the window, then we......

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try to resolve the matter amicably..Sir is that OK? Sir there's a protest outside a bank , hippies claiming banks are thieving corporations, so the police will be beating them up instead of attend some lefty veggie hippy cafe full of cats..' ''Moit, you're jass pretendin moit, you're a leftie yersel, you now you are', wailed a desperate Mark, as a pie dish flew past his head and embedded itself in a mural of the Queen visiting a Lambeth homeless shelter in 1990. ' Can we all calm...

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