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His eyes goggled, I'd thought this doctored book would appeal to him. 'Dat's a roight bitofa Bobby Dazzler! I'll give yoo 800 Nelson Eddies, roight now!' Rosie whispered to me, 'Tell him we can't be taking any Nelson Eddie's, whatever they are. We want cash!' 'Make it a round grand and we'll have a deal,' I told Del. 'Done!' and he proffered a pudgy and greasy hand. I shook it happily, then Del riffled round in his desk drawer pulling out a wad of money. He counted out ten grubby and crumpled hundred pound notes, but money's money whatever the state of it, so I ... (I don't know if it helped me at all to know Del's a Cockney 🤣)

Diamond Girl ~ Seals and Crofts

I bet you do! I thought. Great expectations of a whacking great profit! But at least he wouldn't be looking into it's provenance and there'd be no comeback. 'How much do you reckon,' I asked. 'First edition, good condition.' 'Hhmmm ... no pin'oles in tha margins, sum wear, not published in 1861 ...I'll giv you eight.' 'Eight thousand!!?' Rosie's eyes lit up and she bounced in her chair which creaked alarmingly under her burgeoning weight. Del let out one of his explosive guffaws which had us recoiling once again. 'Yer dead funny! Yer killin' moi! Oi won't be ableter shift it fer more then ... (Del has a rather erratic accent, I'm afraid 🤣)

We Three (My Echo, My Shadow and Me) ~ The Ink Spots

lunchtoime yet? I'll tak yoo out fer a slap-up feed, jus yoo an moi, and yoo kin tell moi all about it.' 'I was informed you didn't like the ladies,' said Rosie, ever straight to the point. I cringed. 'Don't loike the ladies! Oo eva told you that? 'im I spose!' He slapped his leg and laughed uproariously. His voice boomed out sending stale beery fumes round the room. I wished I'd brought earplugs and a gasmask. 'My wife's in a rather delicate condition at present, Del, perhaps after the happy event?' 'Looksta moi loike tha 'appy events already occurred loike,' he guffawed, winking at me and leering at Rosie. 'Not till later in the year,' Rosie gave him a dazzling smile, 'but I'll invite you to the baby shower.' I groaned. 'Now about this ...

A Spoonful Of Sugar ~ Julie Andrews

'It might pay you to wait outside, darling,' I said to Rosie, 'he's an eccentric sort of a chap, a bit on the unpredictable side, if you know what I mean. Salt of the earth, always gives me a fantastic deal, but a bit funny about women.' 'How do you mean, 'funny about women'? Doesn't he like them or something?' 'Ummm ... something like that.' I thought it best not to apprise her of the fact that he was actually a tough, womanising, dipsomaniac.' 'I'll butter him up,' said Rosie, ever the optimist. Before I could prevent her, she'd pushed open the door and marched in. Now I was really ...

Georgia On My Mind ~ Ray Charles

Carolina In My Mind ~ James Taylor

peril. 'Darling,' I said, in what I hoped was my most winning way, 'we won't go to Southerby's (they'd be onto me in a nanosecond!) I know a very knowledgeable chappie who will give us a much better deal. Southerby's make you pay a HUGE commission. Let me go to him now and see what he says.' 'I'll come too,' said Rosie, something I'd feared she'd say, but I'd just have to risk it. Del Grundy was hardly what you'd call a ...

place like some kind of over-excited bush baby. She narrowly missed Jigglybutt, who was minding his own business perched on a fluffy pouffe the cats used as a scratching post. He hissed, arched his back and bristled like a bottlebrush in alarm. Rosie was expanding rapidly now and I told her she really needed to take it easy, for everyone's sakes. But of course she ignored me and went her own sweet way. She sometimes reminded me very much of ...

Sunshine On My Shoulders ~ John Denver

Love the Poldark series, too. Have read them all at least three times. The tv series was great, the original one is my favourite, although the later one was very well done too.

Black Sun ~ Death Cab For Cutie

More vintage stuff ... Most Secret by Nevil Shute

the flaky puff pastry, baked to just the right degree of crispiness and golden brownness. And the little bits of mock bacon, tiny bursts of delectable flavour to tickle the tastebuds, and all the various herbs and spices. A veritable potpourri of delight! What seasonings do you actually use, Sunita?' I asked. Now gentle readers may suspect I'm procrastinating with all this hyperbole, and using delaying tactics to postpone the inevitable 'little chat' with Rosie when I reach home? But, of course, I'm really just...

Morning Has Broken ~ Cat Stevens

superfluous irrelevancies, much like the wording of this sentence. After my soy caramel macchiato topped with a sprinkling of cinnamon and a zucchini and sundried tomato, vegan muffin, I felt I was ready to face Rosie and perhaps twist the truth just a tinsy bit by saying I'd sorted out Buttface and he wouldn't be troubling us again. Women are always impressed by my mastery in these kind of situations. After all ...

Little Boxes ~ Pete Seeger

but he put it down to a leaky and loose exhaust in imminent danger of parting company with it's under carriage, and blithely dumped his load onto the scrap heap. Then he drove off leaving our Mr Butts floundering around amongst rotting cabbages, nappies and other unmentionable detritus. For some reason, I suspect a lack of British phlegm and stoicism, this knocked the stuffing out of him and any thought of further retribution completely evaporated. What happened next will ...

You're the Top ~ Cole Porter

Sittin’ On The Dock of the Bay ~ Otis Redding

have some plug-ugly turn up on his doorstep and give him a good thumping. However, I underestimated the Vicar. Apparently at Holyknot Little Hope Theological College, old Rev Cross had excelled at boxing. When Floyd Butts turned up on his doorstep, all purple-faced, veins sticking out and great ham fists flailing, one robust punch on the nose followed by a swift uppercut, and it was nighty-night for Floydy. He assigned a few of his studier lads to drag the unconscious Floyd off the premises and deposit him ...

Moonlight Shadow ~ Maggie Reilly

Moonlight Serenade ~ Glenn Miller