itsmeagain

Cold.

was the tiny, clear, easily read handwriting of Boris Berk, landlord of 543 Helpmate street, one of Gilby's many old addresses. "Dearest Supermarket, It's only me again, pray don't think the taxman has caught up with you just yet. 543Helpmate street , old chap, the electricity bill stands at 567 quid and I cannot pay it ..it's over to you ...pal"... "How did you get my address?" whispered Gilby, @lmost inaudible...but in came Eleanor, gaily saying "Why of course I know where you live, silly". "Excuse.....

An eighth of a ton..well a couple of pounds at least. Gilby was in the kitchen , dutifully scraping worm droppings off the dirty turnip, when the doorbell rang. Opening the window, Gilby yelled "Aloha...who goeth there...friend or foe? As you see I am master of all I survey and..." "Postman mate, it's a registered letter for Supermarket, Gilly or sumfink."

Tea.

Cold.

Time after Time Cyndi Lauper

Coolish but sunny.

a grubby garden manual,Vinnie asked "so Mrs S, have you ever grown a bigger turnip than that? Two feet high, rock hard, be really good in a stew. I" "Mr Destruct what time are we meeting?", asked Gilby, a sneer erupting by the corner of his mouth. "Tomorrow 11@m, now I am busy so you can...

Suddenly Eleanor realised what the purpose of her rollup smoking employer`s attentions was. "Actually it is unseemly for one to sleep with one`s employer, so no is the answer", she declared, attempting to put a grave aspect on matters, despite her inclination to burst out laughing, which she avoided. Gilby thought "Well I could soon quit you being my employee" but stifled the thought, and instead said "very well", and quietly left the room, bacon grease on his hands....

yes but uncle Marvin had other ideas, telling me I must toe the line or I would be out." "What a ludicrous man that Ramsay is...did he have ideas about you ?" Eleanor said that it was not likely, as Ramsay swore every second word and so you couldn't be sure. So Gilby ate another sandwich and said "

Cold, sky is grey.

him and his vile swearing!!" "Oh Gordon Ramsay, the very man!! I enlisted on a course in a disused fire station, run by Gordon!; Rugged, grumpy, and handsome..I offered him cherry pie and...

Yesteryear

me..your beneficent, oh so wealthy employer..up here on a mission, and ..god dammit , does money not mean anything to you girl? I want to go to bed with you, and that is why I called.." All in vain, as our favourite cuisine specialist was already rolling flour , water at the ready, sugar, butter, the lot. Gilby was exasperated. His annoyance was ameliorated slightly by 10 BLT sandwiches on a plate; soon he was eulogising about Elaeanor's cooking ability. "Oh my to be fair this is the nicest bacon sarnie I ever ate", he cried, tomato seeds dripping down his chin ...

Rainy, then nice and sunny, now cold.

raisins

Tiring

Tea

the last thing he wanted wasBLT. Feeling fruity, he declared "A temptress like you should offer a peach...", and instead of the slap he merited, she produced a bowl of succulent ripe peaches...

Very cold.

Cold.

In the kitchen by Monica Ali.

Out of my league Fitz and the Tantrums

poured mote wine. sipping contentedly on the chaise longue. "So Mr Supermarket, shat do you do for fun? ", she enquired, flicking her auburn locks back from her forehead. ? "I actually wonder if you will join me at Albuquerque restaurant, Grubby street, for dinner tomorrow? You are the most ravishing...

Psychedelic jungle by the Cramps.