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that an angry driving instructor was ringing the doorbell. Gilby opened the window to find a wizened, small old man pressing the bell hard. 'Gilby Supermarket? You asleep? I am Barney Gifttowomen and a pal of mine sent me over. You booked lessons under the aegis of".. "Dont call me an eejit as I am not Irish" , declared Gilby in an acerbic manner.

Gilby reported a flood at his mansion. "Now mite I am out partying so will see you first fing in ve mornin..say 3pm when oi awake again see?" Gilby agreed then went desolately to bed, a rich....

Hazy. Warm. Grey skies but sun still out and shining .

At 214 am Gilby awoke to a tremendous drumming sound of thumping thudding water pipes. Moving his feet he found he was wading through water, and sloshing his way to the bathroom he.....

Warm. Sunny.

Sketches by Boz by Charles Dickens.

I can think about it for a few weeks..since you were a grumpy boss all told", she declared morosely. Gilby left the pub, despondent. It was raining. He began to trudge manfully home. A fox flitted hopefully in front of Gilby, her orange coat beautiful in the dark night. On arrival home Gilby put on the taps and ran a hot bath. He went to the kitchen while the bath was running. He put....

Warmer.

Tea.

"the fact is I am Sapphic in orientation". Gilby's puzzled look did nothing to make her realise his lack of knowledge of Sapphic mores. "Eleanor what is Sapphic? A language from South Africa? A cheese tart? A new car?....."

decaying eggs. He sidled up to Eleanor, who was buying a lemon sherry with ice, and said"Mine to pay for, yours to enjoy". Eleanor jumped back in shock. "Do I know you? Oh Gilby dear you look awful. What has happened? Shall I get a doctor?" Gilby thrust the cash into the bar lady's hand. "Am sick of....

(Superb film isn't it poppy?) ......ravishing in a purple dress that really showed what the girl has to offer a red blooded male,,,,or even Gilby. In his dark corner, Gilby began to imagine that things between his mum and Despicable were now getting......

a scene of mirth and merriment, similar to scenes in the pub in Far from the Madding Crowd...men with beards raising jugs of mead in the air and yelling classic lines such as "She's a dandy oh Mandy One shoe off One shoe on Oh so naughty And under 40 Get yoursel' some there Martin". Gilby was dumbstruck to see..

Parson's Nose, a jolly good pub called Gander and Gadfly, sells all the latest newspapers and does a splendid cheese and red onion pasty. Go..and good night Gilby Superman", declared PC Getmeout. Gilby walked manfully on, assured of....

Cold.

"What's your address sir?" "Supermarket manor...I am Gilby Supermarket, owner of 25 million smackeroons. I have to go home." When PC Getmeout heard....

A tiny mouse scuttled out. PC Simon Getmeout, 43, was walking down the road and saw two feet protruding from the tree. "Hello sir...are you ok?" "Yes but all I need is my home..my home..my kingdom for a ...." "There is a night shelter down in London I..." "I am a millionaire" said Gilby..."take me home."

,phlegmatically, with a philosophical slant thrown in " yes it's a case of swings n roundabouts..me and Eleanor swing, whilst you play on a roundabout. Never have I known a chap such as you..cheer up you may be a millionaire tomorrow." "I am a millionaire, you buffoon.... and plese tell me ..is your new abode nearby? I am sheltering beneath a weeping willow in Band's Helmsman , where do I walk from here?" The phone went dead......

"This...is...Vinnie. Supermartyr I can tell you she and I are now an item...an item...and I like her a good amount. Can you please..." "Desiderata!! You miserable old gay, stealing a man of property's lover, why when I find you I shall decidedly scoop.....

Tea.

Below freezing.

twig between his left big toe and the next one. He began to shiver. "I need to work out exactly where Bottler's abode is", he gasped as he tried to use a weeping willow to shelter below in order to roll a cigarette. Being resourceful, Gilby had written down the mobile numbers of Eleanor, Destitute, and his mum. Ringing Eleanor's number whilst sucking on a Gauloise rollup, the phone connected."My dear my dear please..will you receive me at Bottlebum's abode?", asked Gilby , desperate for affection. "It's not that I do not know you....

speak to Eleanor. He got out a map, put on his wellies, and made for the rich surrounds of Bottlesham's abode. A few miles into his rain splattered sojourn, Gilby began to....

In due course a rasping hiss of "Bottlesham...yes?" surprised Gilby who had been dreaming of Eleanor's......

Generally dry and warming up. Very frosty overnight.