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That's a good bit of travelling there! I'm sure you're all going to have a wonderful time

'Don't you worry about HIM, Denny, he's not my husband!! I'm footloose and fancy-free, I am. Wanta be my fancy man?' PC Onduty gulped a few times and nodded vigorously. And so another victim fell prey to the wiles of the capricious and fickle Trixie. Dex was rapidly regaining his equanimity with visions of Barbados beauties and although the house was in a state of upheaval, Itsme was rather enjoying sampling dishes from around the world. So for now, everything in the garden was rosy. However, ......

(the) morning exactly!!

Brave girl! How's your other granddaughter doing ....the one in Alaska?

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Very normal. Sorry to hear your news Andrea xxx

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commuter. She just gave him a funny look and hurried on by. A shady looking individual approached him and said he could do him a good deal. Dex may have been living in the past but he'd read enough crime books to recognise a con artist when he saw one. He gave the guy the shove and went and enquired at a counter. Meanwhile, PC Onduty was thinking on his feet for once and came up with a long-winded tale about how his GPS had gone horribly awry and had sent him in the completely wrong direction. He was let off with a stern warning to be more careful in future. Breathing a great sigh of relief, he was hurriedly leaving the building when he was nearly knocked flat by an over-exuberant Trixie.

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'Airport' he ordered. "Where you orf to then, mate? 'Barbados. Extended holiday.' Meanwhile, Trixie had received the orangutan suit. Although not the brightest crayon in the box, the attached note made it pretty clear that the rapturous romance was all off. A look of disbelief crossed her face, followed by a hiccuppy sob but she quickly brightened and rallied. 'I wonder what PC Onduty's up to these days?'

I've read quite a few Neil Gaiman books and loved them, but haven't tried Neverwhere yet, so this has just reminded me it's time to put it on my shortlist. I think I'm a bit like you Chrissy, in that once I read a book in a series that I really like, I tend to get rather obsessive and want to read them all, one after another

'I'll just check,' replied Itsme diplomatically. 'Dexie? It's me, Trixie.' 'What are you doing at Itsme's place? The minute I turn my back, you're off gallivanting with some other man!' 'But you were so mean to me. If you loved me you'd wear a orange suit to make me happy.' 'AN orange, Trixie, AN orange suit!' 'You mean you changed your mind, you're gonna do it?? Oh Dexie!! You're such a angel! I can't wait to tell the girls! We'll all be round in a instant!'

Must have known you were going to be hobnobbing with some of our little hairy-footed natives

What a wonderful trip again Chrissy, so glad you had such a lovely time. Doesn't sound like you needed to sing 'You Are My Sunshine' on any cable car trip this time

might lend her a few tenners to buy a pair just like that. The girls gathered round Trixie while she recounted, amidst ohhs and ahhs and oh nos!! the tale of her fantasy nuptials. Itsme, while munching on samosas and rice, allowed his mind to wander in disbelief over the fact that many men dreamed of being surrounded by a harem of women. Poppy, whose eyes tended to glaze over at the talk of all things bridal, had a quiet word in Itsme's ear. 'We really appreciate you having us all to stay, Itsme, but truly, if it's all too much for you, we'll find somewhere else to stay.' Before Itsme could answer ......brrrrrriiiiiing ....the phone. It was Dex.

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'Help yourself to gingernuts, Trix.' said Itsme, hoping this wouldn't take long. But no, Trixie was determined to unburden herself. 'I wanted us to get married, like. I always dreamed about my wedding, like. I've been watching that Big Fat Gypsy Wedding on TV? You know?' Itsme didn't know, but he thought it would be expeditious to agree, so he nodded. 'Weeeellllll, I just lurve those dresses! I want one with a huge puffy skirt and a orange train and a tiara. I thought Dexie could wear a orange suit to match and my bridesmaids would all be in pink .....oh it would just be so gorgeous! But Dex said all hell would freeze over before he'd be seen dead in a orange suit.' Trixie began to wail. 'There, there,' said Itsme, dabbing ineffectually at her tears with a handkerchief he'd found in his pocket. 'I'm sure, he'll calm down and come round to your point of view.' Luckily for him, at that moment, the girls burst in, bringing with them the appetising aroma of ......... Yes!! I would love to own one of those

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decided he'd best answer the door, whoever was phoning would call back if it was important. Dragging himself reluctantly off his chaise longue ( a hippy friend had re-covered it for him) he called out 'Alright! Alright, Don't get your knickers in a knot! ' to the incessantly ringing door bell (he was never at his best on being rudely awoken) and threw the door open. Standing there in a bawling mess, mascara running, hair standing on end and one broken high-heel shoe in her hand, was Trixie. "Dexie and me's had a fight!' she wailed. 'Come in,' sighed the kind-hearted Itsme, 'I'll make you a nice cup of tea and you can tell me all about it.'

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unreasonable claims on a reading man's time in this day and age. Oh for the days when a man could come home after a hard day's work, slip into his favourite armchair and comfortable slippers, light his pipe, pour himself a restorative tipple, lose himself in the latest whodunnit and the only interruption would be ......

'We'll see you later!' they chorused, as they left in a whirlwind of floaty scarves, perfume and tottery heels. 'We'll bring home takeaways, so don't worry about cooking.' 'That's great,' called Itsme, 'just don't bring me ......' Too late, the door had slammed and they were off. '.....I hope they know I'm vegetarian,' he sighed and then settled down with a restorative cup of tea and put on his favourite music, a CD by .....