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places where people use gold tipped pens, with gold ink. Not for nuffink did dear old Winnie Churchill win that war against the.."..his face blanched, guilt consuming his frozen tummy as it tightened in a knot of embarrassment. As for his German beau, she looked somewhat bemused. "Ja ja Green tie, I do see ze point..now tell me..in beating ze Italians und der Japs, did you ever conceive that life would be zis gut?" Vastly relieved, Green tie muttered "My dear Frau, it is special, England today is. You have no poverty and no crime. In fact, BBC Crimewatch programme has died out due to an absence of crime." He lit a cigar that smelled like bad armpits. On the glass table, his phone rang. It was on speakerphone, and Marie heard "Sah, dis is me, your scamma buddy Upfillmypockets...

Ana,and I have done frog conservation a few times, moving frogs by picking them up, putting them in a bucket, and moving them to safety, before an annual meadow mowing in Sheffield!!Ana got on BBC local news, saying about frogs "I like them..they're cute!!"

Reading In pursuit of the proper sinner, by Elizabeth George.

For us, it seems to be getting hotter by the day..the type of heat that will burn you unless you seek shade, and that leaves you parched and a bit tired.

We've been on the vegetarian pizzas in the home of pizza, Rome. Utterly exquisite. Mushroom my favourite. In addition, vegan Indian food at an Indian veggie place, was,exquisite today. Yum.

In Italy, hence a very healthy water consumption.

Two litres of water.

Tea.

Soft centred fruity sweets.

buy her a rose garden, so Green tie had indeed promised her a rose garden. No fancy romantic song would come to his,aid when she got tired of his sweaty feet. For now, Green tie was happy.Marie was very pretty, caring, and intelligent..well, he mused, opposites do attract I suppose. Marie looked forward with longing to the buying of a rose garden.After all,Green tie had properties on the south east coast, so it must be lucrative. She had heard that roses were fed manure smelling of lemons,and that geese were fed gold tipped feed, in the great southeast. It seemed....

Tea.

Tea with soya milk.

Cafe staff really friendly, which is great. Yes, do visit Chrissy.

Thanks Athena.It is nice here.

Thanks Frankie . It is really nice and hot. A bank holiday, Republic day, today. Spent it at the Vatican, my wife loves museums and ancient history.

Thanks Chrissy. It is a very crowded, hot, city, outside city centre it is very dirty and rubbish strewn too.

We trailed al the way from Vatican city to Colosseum, on foot, with stops on the way for food and drink. It felt like it was 30 odd C but apparently only 28!! Baking.

Boiling hot..I am in Rome.

roadshow

Lying in a deck chair, having met Marie from Germany, an oncology medical practitioner from Frankfurt on vacation. Green tie had managed to convince Marie that he was a property developer from London, and she fanned him with a Japanese fan nightly as he lay back and...

hand over some spondoolicks. And so a few minutes later, Colin took a very sly photo of Sidney Shark, a grimy, dark, sideways on snap, and two days later, he triumphantly presented his useless work to Fiona. "See lady , I think he was in Dirty Den's the other night. Here take a look see". Fiona felt she needed gloves to examine the pic, so mucky was the old decrepit mobile he took the photo on. With a sigh, she enlarged the picture. "That's not green tie..and why is this phone so greasy?"

Popchips tortilla flavour chilli.

"No mate, can't say I know a geezer named green tie , but anyone I see wearing a green tie, I will ring you." On to a good thing, Colin gave Ben Down the number of his mobile. Two days later, Sidney Shark, 40, wearing a Paisley tie in green, walked in. "Ben here, come over mate." Colin got there. .

get revenge on the greasy toerag green tie. For god's,sake though, she wanted rid of Colin, who grinned dopily at every word she uttered, now he was three hundred quid richer." Go to all these hangouts and find him", she declared. "Do not bother me until you have real news," she declared, emphatically. Colin was unhappy. "Wait a mo lady Jane, it's not. .

he could be of use in tracking down silly old green tie. As they walked past the Rose and Crown, louts outside the pub jeered at them, her all stockings and heels, him string vest and torn jeans with rancid trainers. "Is this type o thing costly? Can I pay you for a sesh too love?", asked Mick Twit,32, from Greasy Street. Fiona went and withdrew the 300 quid, and gave it to Colin. "Now, do you want a job? That's a months wage Colin.Do you want to find green tie for me?" she asked, a snarl of derision on her face.