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kept on snoring, mouth agog, flycatcher, alcohol laden saliva running onto his cassock. Videoing the episode as she was, I idly mused over the possibility Rosie was going to try blackmail on a man of the cloth. Being a man who upholds many vows, when it's highly convenient, I decided to see what occurred next..the prospect of many more quids means I can go to the Bahamas ASAP, against the frankly squalid, wretched, thought, of a tasselled nincompoop sloshed on the settee. But what of the reprobates? 'Lads come in for some lunch', I said, then, with twenty eager spotty faces before me, a glass of tepid tap water for sustenance, I laughed my head off and said, ' get the cats back..now', and at that, they ran off 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♀️

, snoring, a bottle of Chateau de Grief Now, almost empty on my desk, his feet up on te desk ad though he were little Lord Fontleroy. 'Time to face the music', said Rosie, throwing a mug of ice water into the face of Parson Cross.' ' Wh ..wh .wha'ts..ohhhh..Mynoh my..well hellew dear comrades of God..most worshipful of days today. I. ' 'What are you doing breaking in here and allowing untamed, unwashed youths, free reign to wreck.

gallivanting into nearby gardens, down the street, into the corner shop. One trader, Frank Flogbadmeat, 54, a local butcher, happily entertained 14 cats, over half of the 26 released by the louts, to a succession of tasty treats slung casually into the backyard of his meat shop. ' Come on kitty come here', he said, and my oh my , did the kitties adore that. Meanwhile,, having deposited over 100k into the bank, we returned, but oh....

prevaricate. We are off to the bank.' Later, Parson Cross and 15 renegade teens tipped up, and , finding no one around, decided to stay until

provided you're not about to insist on being there at the evening end, the denouemen, as it were, of all the cautious planning..the derobement of a surreal beauty... ' 'Top up for Bertie', said Rosie, opening his mouth and emptying a whole carafe in, ' now, your cheque..'. 'Oh yessss..here it is..name..your..pryshe', and at that, I held his wrist and guided it as he scrawled. '100,000 pounds' and signed it. Gleefully pouring another bottle down him, I put him in a taxi and made him pay for the journey home. 'Well that's one sad muppet out of the way', said Rosie, as the phone rang..it was Parson Cross,

Wuthering Heights at 7 and 9?

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fund our glorious ongoing needs in terms of the cattery', at which I smiled and waved, disappeared to the cellar, finding a bottle of de Clerambault's finest Chantillion vermouth red, pouring a huge pint of it out, and plonking it before our esteemed visitor. ' So you see, cutchy coo, I can give you 45 k with no need to repay ..unless you wish to repay..in another' 'Really Bertie, you are such a cad', she replied, coyly pouting, ' and so am I.. gimme 55k..' A huge swig of wine, and, '55k at your service..account details my dear. Before we get down on it..as it were. Well I have always had a keen eye for the ladies...

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a smile. ' Chateau de Gibberish, perhaps, Bertie?', her radiant smile eliciting a sigh of longing, followed by , ' any tipple will do for the woman of my dreams, and I must say you....

Have you read Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka? Probably quite similar to the Yellow Wallpaper. A man turns into an insect....

Affecting a demeanour wholly suited to a gent at the Bar, Bertie suavely strolled in, twirling a cane, but sporting a deluge of aftershave so very pungent...

'A kind chap by the name of Bertie , he owns the cafe down Streatham. He was having a clear out and due to him being an idiot, me flashing a few smiles..' 'Flashing what..? Are you kidding....' 'A few smiles, he donated some cash apparently plus all these ..'' 'What are you....on about? Who is this guy? I may be a clown but I..' 'Oooh let's just get the books sold and move to a larger premises Johnny..

books...from The Tale of the ill fated Mary Celeste, through Wuthering Heights, Pickwick Papers, Catcher in the Rye, A tale of Genji...there were so many books that even the hardiest, hugest, mega big TBR piles would double in size. 'Oh Rosie, it's magnificent ', I

beans, cats, tins of

and roaming the streets

Storming the Death Star. Roots Radics Band.

opened a letter from Duress and Harass, solicitors, of Bell Bow. 'Dear Mr Revolting. I write this letter in the hope of you being able to cast some light upon a matter relating to some beefburgers sold to you by Burn it and Flog it, of Cow Back lane. Mrs Lauren Evade and her partner, Richard Useless, do verily report you failed to pay 800 quid for200 prime burgers. I gather you got local youths to eat, but no payment...

on his marital bed....

really, out of the ranks of London's wealthy restauranteur entrepreneurs, will support me in my wish to further develop the cattery? Who is about to come up with groundbreaking, innovative, cash, errr sorry, ideas..to assist a lady like me..one with delectable...' 'At your service you delectable young dame...how much loving..errr sorry..cash..were you thinking..?' , asked Bertie, transfixed by the lovely Rosie, who as Poppy said, looks like Bernadette from Big Bang theory. 'Well, if you can assist with say 35k as a part loan part gift, percentages of each to be decided by you, then I see no reason we can't get on ..rather well', she whispered, sounding like Joanna Lumley on an especially luxurious day...

sorted out the dahlias yet..looking after the cats appropriately is he..?...@nd are you, perchance, seeking a cat helper..?...I arrive with excellent aplomb and chivalrous gallantry don't you know..all it needs is word from you and I am...