itsmeagain

Wasp

Drowsy

Tired

Morn

Flags

jack it all in. And that's what he did. He got Harriet to do the same after she was freed and bang went Annabelle's detective agency. The end.

"I've told her to stuff her job . Ring me." Bertie read the text with a sigh. He was waiting for Harriet outside the youth club.

"What?" came the response. "Just told the silly cow to push her job where Cyril Bauble used to shove his nuts." Shocked, Bertie thrust the phone back into his dark green cords, and , sat in the car, asked Harriet if she is clear on what is expected. "Oh yes..dad", she declared wryly, a mean smile lighting up her face.."I will go in and ask if I may join the youth club. You are my dad and you can verify all information. I am Harriet and I am 15 years old. I am 34 but 15..lol."

Colours

Free

Mortify

Comic

Humour

go and fill the kettle and put a pan on the cooker with 2 eggs to boil. Dutifully Trixie .....

Worker

Zip

Paul's Youth centre at Downward Street have been allowing teens to drink beer. Now Harriet ..you will put two red dots on your face and do your hair in a pigtail..pretend you're 15. Be a new member. Bertie you will be her dad. Now let's get cracking."

Book

"By being good at my job. And bossing people around. That's how managers get by. Not by running after Yorkshire accents." A silence was punctuated by the chomping of toast from their own, and adjoining, tables. "Did you know", opined Trixie," that Bertie said I was dressed like a pox doctor's assistant? Shocking." A silence. Annabelle said "I am meeting Ernest Surety at 11 regarding our new office suite."

Worrier

Happy

eating Danish pastries and swilling coffee at the rail station cafe. Admiring glances were enjoyed by Trixie as men eyed her sophisticated demeanour and outfit, with longing. "Perhaps I will forget a change of outfit", declared Trixie, blushing. Bertie looked bemused. "Its ok for the yahoos of a coarse northern post industrial, post Labourite socialist, post everything, seedy city, to ogle you but a good educated Cockney..Chez moi..is treated with disdain."

Affection

tired. A girl named Sprargon, a bloke named Valper. Odd people." Sprargon woke up.Valper was reading a human newspaper called The weekly Bind. "Mother abducted from council tip", wailed the headline.

Rogue's