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piece of serendipity finding each other again like this. It must be meant to be!' 'I'll tell you what's meant to be, you little hussy,' shrieked Rosie, getting into Debbie's face. Well, not exactly her face really, Rosie was on the short side, it was more into Debbie's chest area. But Rosie, once riled, was a veritable little spitfire (think Bernadette from Big Bang Theory) and enough to make the burliest of males quake at the knees. 'You will have nothing further to do with either my father or my husband (a slight departure from the truth, but Debbie wasn't to know, and I intended to make an honest woman of her as soon as possible) Get out! If I ever see your despicable, conniving ...

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as well as can be expected, given his unfortunate condition.' 'What do you mean by 'his unfortunate condition', may I ask, and where do you get off calling Johnny 'darling'?' asked Rosie indignantly. 'Hasn't Johnny told you about me? We were once a very hot item.' I vigorously shook my head behind Debbie's back and mouthed 'crazy stalker', with accompanying crossed eyes and cuckoo sign,' to Rosie. 'As far as the Major's concerned,' continued Debbie, ' I'm afraid he'll have to be ...

sentimental twaddle of love's young dream. Unfortunately, Sushibutt, a large black and white cat, chose that particular moment to run straight in front of me, causing me to ...

and loose false teeth that had a habit of falling out in the middle of dinner, usually into a bowl of soup. I was just settling into my la-z-boy, feet up, a steaming cup of tea by my right elbow and a packet of gingernuts by my left (after all, it fairly takes it out of me organising staff to do the work), when in burst Rosie followed by Debbie Snoezelem. 'Just having a quick rehydrate,' I gulped, as I tried to extricate myself from the la-z-boy. 'Finished now,' and I made for the door. 'Johnny, let me introduce ...' 'JOHNNY!! REVOLTING!!' and Debbie ... '

anything that incriminates me or some ridiculous conspiracy that I'm just after his money. I'm just hoping they see him for what he really is, a ...

Blowin' In the Wind ~ Bob Dylan

thought I was safe. However, there was no reason for me to be involved in the Major's barmy treatment. Unfortunately, Rosie had other ideas. 'Darling, I really feel we need to support Daddy at this difficult time, I'm sure he'll feel better if we're there beside him, holding his hand, calming his fears.' Quite apart from anything else, I had no intention of holding the old pestilence's hand. 'You go dear, someone has to keep the cafe running and the moggies litter boxes are overdue for a clean. You know how I love to keep my nose to the grindstone, I'm not one to be sitting around.' Rosie gave me a long look, but ...

Winter Winds ~ Mumford and Sons

hard, she snorted curry everywhere, causing patrons to hurriedly leave and the management to evict us. I couldn't see myself continuing a relationship with someone who randomly snorted food with abandon, so I broke it off. Debbie couldn't accept my rejection (understandable, I'm a pretty amazing catch) and stalked me for months. I finally moved away, with no forwarding address, to avoid her. Don't tell me ...

Song Of Winter ~ Françoise Hardy

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'Absolutely bonkers, gone doolally, blown a gasket ... if you ask me,' I said, 'needs locking up. For everyone's safety! Wandering round with a loaded shotgun! I ask you!' 'No-one was asking you, dear, let the Doctor speak.' 'Well, I myself personally feel,' opined the good Doctor, 'that at this point in time, things being as they are and taking all contingencies into account, that the best and most appropriate course of action, keeping at the foremost of our consideration ...

If I remember rightly, Ove and the cat form a close bond in time and it's all part of Ove's transformation from grumpy, self-centred, isolated old man to making friends.

I did continue with The Custard Boys, (until a library book I was on the waiting list for became available). I'm just over 60% through. There's an undercurrent and hints that something awful will happen. I think I'll keep reading in the hope the protagonist, John Curlew, will redeem himself. In the meantime, I'm reading Marple: Twelve New Stories by a variety of authors.

Sing Me No Sad Song ~ Helen Reddy

The Song Remains the Same ~ Led Zeppelin

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to screw us for as much as possible. Still, the Major could pay and it'd be worth any price to get rid of the old pestilence. 'Major, I'll just have a little chat with your family first. You stay here in your pris ... err, nice safe room, and we'll be back in a jiffy.' 'Whatdaya mean, chat with me family. That scoundrel there's no family!' he shouted, pointing at me. 'He's out to fleece me, corrupt me daughter, dump rabid cats on me. Don't believe a word he says!' 'Now, Reginald, calm yourself, 'said Mrs Twiddlepass, 'we don't want you having a stroke now, do we. I'll make you a nice cup of tea and you can have a slice of my Dundee cake.' We followed Dr Phil upstairs.

They're beautiful, Muggle. What did you call all the different ones? I remember steelies( old ball bearings), peewees, cateyes, I thought we called the really big ones bulleyes, but not sure and were the white and coloured ones milkies?

especially the peewees and I thought of you immediately 🥰

Mrs Widdleblast ...Piddlelard... Fiddlegas? My new factorum, don't you know, what.' 'I thought it best to keep him safe down here,' explained Mrs Twiddlepass, 'he was wandering round with a shotgun claiming a cat had gone berserk with a frying pan.' 'Sconed me, the sewer! Broke me best Spode chafing dish. I'll get the blighter, see if I don't! Hand me me gun!' Mrs Twiddlepass rolled her eyes, 'He's off again.' 'Darling, I think it's time we called in ...

Guilty All the Same ~ Linkin Park

Just started The Custard Boys by John Rae. It's about a group of boys during WW2, too young to fight and bored with nothing happening. Not sure if I'll continue with it, it starts off with the boys relieving their boredom by chasing cats on their bikes which is pretty disturbing. I'm reminded of the bullies in Lord of the Flies, a book I hated.