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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.

blighted, incorrigible homosexual. She really is so vile!!!...@nd who exactly may you be, you importunate, northern accented, nosy old git?" "Apology when it comes will be disregarded I must say...I am Gilby Supermarket, assets, 25 million and counting..." "Oh what what old chap...you are one of us..what's a bit of a verbal joust between friends? Only yesterday I declared to Bottlesham the times when we would , all 80 local butlers, get together and have a massive slanging match in Battersea park...caviar and wine afterwards", said Ponsonby, carefully elucidating other triumphs, e.g. the times they all....

It's been snowing yet is sunny now.

He got through to Ponsonby the butler. "Yeeeeeees? Ponsonby at your service ." " I am Gilby Supermarket and I need to chat to the delightful Eleanor if you please", chimed Gilby precociously. After a few seconds Ponsonby declared "Actually she's somewhat busy..in an induction meeting..you may try again this evening...good day" and the line went dead. Frustrated, Gilby......

Eleanor will attend dinner if I detect her whereabouts. I just have the feeling I am going to land on my feet here..she's lovely and I need lovely right now. Lord Shuttlebum is he?" . Trawling the phone book, old and yellowing like his dad's skin, Gilby....

Snowing.

In Memphis after the murder of Martin Luther King Jr.

Geting back safely, he felt lonely. He put on some classical music on Classic FM. He stood in the kitchen, opened the fridge, and made a quick cheese sandwich. "I am tired of Vinnie " he thought, earnestly.

"By the smell I should hazard a guess that's you father ", intoned Gilby morosely. "Just right eh...kick a man when he's down...well you may leave now as Brazil v Croatia is about to commence and you aren't watching it in my mansion", and Gilby pushed his balding old dad out into the grounds. "Do not return", said Gilby, diffidently. Then it was...

"England v Thailand, a friendly. I don't really mind where he takes her and frankly she can decide if and when she returns here." Clink...down went the phone. Gilby was fretting. He decided to roll himself....

Torrential rain. Welcome to spring, UK style.

Grey. Cold.

began to cry. At first just a brief, self pitying shudder of a silent sob, suddenly the thought of having to make his own bacon sarnies engulfed him in tearful rage and loathing. Standing in front of uncle Marvin's draconian visage, Gilby re read the dedication of the mansion to him, redolent as ever, with contempt for Florrie and Wilf. Picking up his mobile, revenge entered the equation. "Dad...a queer named Vinnie Despoiler has just brought mum flowers and driven her to....

"Dearest Mr Supermarket. Whilst you were out , your mum, Vinnie and I all decided we are departing . I do not know what to say Mr Supermarket as you are a man with a nice smile...but so seldom do you use it that me and Vinnie are going to Lord Bogwhistle where Vinnie has got a job. I will be his personal assistant. Byeeee Eleanor Doorstop.. PS There's cheese in the fridge. "

Coolish.

reconsider", he mused rhetorically, aloud. Inwardly he thought "what a useless old Hilda this Pluspussy is...if I had known he was friends with Desolate I should never..... ☺ ROFL Poppy...lol.Your last post above was brilliant.

entered Gilby's room. Meanwhile at 9 Moron Drive, office of Useless Eustace legal services, Gilby sipped green tea whilst chatting to solicitor Davide Pluspartout. "You know that Mr Dessicate is a .....

a signed card from the Queen, in which she thanked Vinnie for his enquiry about her health, and she hoped....

start packing his bags. It seemed that.....

Bottlesham said the call could be put through to him , and minutes later Vinnie was saying "Shufflebottom, yes....that sounds ok for me , I shall....

Sunny.