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that YOU, Johnny, can be more hands on. Help the new lads bequeathed to us by Parson Cross, and remember, Rome wasn't built in a week ..or something. All flapjacks now cost a fiver, no tea refills,not for pensioners nor anyone else

mugs of tea on

Well..that was [ almost] a piece of cake.

have your cake and eat it..?...not...

backwards, over a table,

how I said I loved Japan, well I do so..and you have looked after the kitties so well...we need to ensure the cattery is running 🏃‍♂️ efficiently, effectively, and in a co ordinated way...daddy is most annoyed but really to be Frank, I have endured so much rubbish from the old buffoon since when I was knee high to an ant, I am simply...

crockery bits all over..?...why such chaos..and who owns the dog..?. There's been a dog here..oh Johnny..do ensure no more major footprints from canines..it's ruined my chintz, also a dirndl skirt my mother gave me at Aunt Serena's 46th birthday...and another thing..what is all this about my daddy not being allowed a few shekels. Where.. oh where..is the cash?', she demanded, and I ...

bear with me, as

Black. Wonderful Life.

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get a nice cup of tea, and give the cats some nice filet of fish, all the way from Japan. Did you know sashimi is supposed to be good for a cat..?...

...oooh we had such a spiffing time..' ' Rosalyn, dear daughter of mine, get your coat and do a swift about move, walk swiftly..' ' Daddy....

hissing, suddenly running at Mrs Abercrombie, whose wails made the major think

mess within the kitchen, as Feral and Honey Puff together, had apparently tipped over one of our best 👌 piles of crockery, particularly her favourite creuset, and I

chasing each other about,demolishing a china cup and saucer bought by Rosie's mother in 1987, and toppling over an expensive portmanteau ,inside of which ,I found, a series of scented, newly handwritten,letters, on yellow air mail parchment,and, picking one up,I read, 'Dear Rosa Do not be downhearted dearie. The only reason I cannot commit to you is the damned weather out here in deepest Okinawa. Oooh do I love sashimi and a glass of icy pina colada, and please come...

Feral, a black and white whose claim to fame had been scaring a police Alsatian during a raid on a Bahrainian takeaway in Hounslow in December last. 'Feral, Feral, do come back ', I said, while outside, Mrs Abercrombie was searching for her specs on the floor,her hands scraping through dust in search of the missing essential. 'I don't suppose one would be disposed in the kindest of manners, dear lady, to do me a favour..?..', said an elderly type with a monocle. 'I am Major Flowers, and this cattery type thingummy needs to....

wipe his hands on a teatowel, throwing it at me as he left. 'I don't care if I never see you again', I called from a side window, just as Mrs Abercrombie, 76, from Easthampton,ambled ....

inform you..you, you callused handed, red nosed, odd little old soak...' 'Oh ha ha ha..is that what you think..?..well I hyahby close.....'

'Rosie is in Japan,in some place or other near Kyoto...what has your hooded presence here , to do with her absence? Why are you sneaking..' ' Now Ronnie ..don't ' 'Ronnie..? Have you been boozing, Mr Flowers? First you..' 'My name is not Ronnie, old bean,now...is her absence a case of libidinum sapphire impetigo,as it were..? ..a kind of preponderance for the fairer gender as one calls it these days..? If so,commiserations old chap but I always suspected, even as a young girl in Chesham, that she preferred female, er,company..now..the finances of this cattery..are you..?...'

, a male voice too. Feigning sleep, I saw a hooded shape foostering slyly by the window. It's not likely to be the gas man, thought I, musing quietly to avoid detection.

no work existed, people not dying of malnutrition in England, and cups of tea hung on palm trees in Sheffield. A knock on the window later,

confess..my conversion to a multifaceted, full on combo of Communism, Islam, and anarchosyndicalism, was smooth,concise and true as an arrow..' The old parson ran so fast , it was like Matt Hancock hearing the word 'truth', indeed if....

..one was merely attempting to help..were the boys any ..I say, you wouldn't possess a chocolate digestive or 8, old chap..? ..I.mean it's the work of the Lord, delivered free, free, by God's own hand, to all..however, a man of humble taste and opinions, like my good self, gains a taste for fine foods, cheap, of course, and one would never assume to....' Giving him plain biscuits , rich tea, deliberately hiding the chocolate, I wondered why.....

, I mean, Molly isn't so excellent and is on 11.44 per hour. ' Lads, am taking 8 of yeez on..11 notes an hr, evenings..write yeez names on this ya bit o paper, know am sayin bruvs?', I intoned, sounding like a streetwise bruv from London rather than a manager. An undignified scramble for pens ensued, during which Benjy Bent, 13, of Southall,apparently pushed Noah Cant, 12, from Ealing, who in turn spilled cold water on Cuddles the tuxedo tabby, and then Cuddles hissed at Puddles the tuxedo black n white, who spat at Buddle the orphan ginger , 🫚 who swiped at me, I then sent all the boys packing, 8 of them brandishing tenners as they departed. An hour or 4 later, Parson Cross, a veritable and true believer, rang the doorbell. ' Well, the Good and Most High, esteemed, privilege bestowing Light, saved me, Revolting...girl identified me, dear Lord, but oh..in thy beneficence I tust , and the police said she's a useless clown, we are gonna ensure Martin Thickhead, 43, from Edlingham, is getting stitched up for this, come what may. I say, how tidy it is..where are the delinque.....err boys?, he asked, taking out a cigar and a box of matches.