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latest oeuvre. Still only having £7.14 this was impossible so his number was banned and I carried on browsing. I spotted a very rare (and signed) first edition of Fly Fishing by J R Harley and snapped it up for 29p. What a find! This is worth a fortune! Now how to get this beauty to the rare books auction in Wigtown as quickly and as cheaply as possible. As I was contemplating this ……….. 

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a bloke passing by on a ricksha, hailed me, 'sir, all rides free today. Where are you 🚶‍♂️ going..?..'

'Wigtown, rare books auction', I coughed, hoping to 

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disappear into the back of this ricksha for the nice long ride to Wigtown. "That'll be shinin' bright, pal" said the ricksha bloke "I could'nae pedal all the waye there supposin' mah life depend-it  oan it, cheery-bye" and off he pedalled with remakable swiftness. Curses I said (not what I really said but this is a family forum!) what will I do now? I'll bet that the fare on anything else is going to be £££££££££'s. And then it started to rain. "Oh, you might know" I thought. Suddenly I heard foosteps splashing down the street and thought that it might be Archie after me again but .......................

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blow me down if it wasn't the delectable Pythagoras! I stood rooted to the spot, jaw sagging in disbelief.

'Wh..wh..what ...how...who..??

'Stop standing there like some kind of demented morepork and come and give me a big ...

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slice of the action', she declared, swivelling her hips like an extra in Strictly Go dancing, or something.  I said how damn glad I was to see her.'I can see no sign of that', she declared, looking...

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me up and down in a most suggestive manner.

'Later,' I said huskily, 'but for now, we need to get to Wigtown ASAP. Hail us a cab, sweetie, and I'll tell you all about it on the way.'

For once ...

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she did as I requested, and booked a cab.

As we sailed methodically through the streets of London, I suddenly wondered who's about to pay the fare on arrival.

As I pondered this, the cab pulled up suddenly. 

 

'54 pounds 68 moit", he declared, as

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she actually complied and into the taxi we jumped. On the way I explained why we had to go to Wigtown and after that, we got to know each other again, during which I realised how much I'd missed her. When we got there …….

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the demand of the driver for 54 quid 68, was met with ....

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loud guffaws from both of us.

'You've got to be joking mate! That was only a ten minute ride!'

'Proices 'ave gorn orp, pay orp or I'll 'ave the pollis onto ya! ' he glowered. (Not quite sure what that accent is exactly?? 🤭)

He wasn't banking on the formidable Pythagoras and her ...

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equally formidable powers of persuasion. Within seconds, or so it seemed, we were on the look-out for the Wigtown Auction House. When we stopped a passer-by to ask ......................

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for Wigton , he said , 'now yer mean Wigan moit, daan ere we ain't no Wigton or anyfink  loik vat..' On we laboured,me with a small collection of books to sell, she with...

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a pained look on her face due to ridiculously high stiletto heels and a skirt so tight she had to take little mincing steps. 

'STOP!' she suddenly demanded. 'This is ridiculous! Let me Google it on my phone!'

It turned out ...

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that we were indeed in Wigtown and the Auction house was just round the corner. So off we went and when we got there it was shut. It didn't open until the following day which meant that we had to find suitable accommodations (by which I meant cheap!). Since we were in the book capital of the UK and they were having their annual festival of books this proved to be a lot more challenging than predicted. We didn't even have a car to sleep in! And there far too many police patrolling the area to settle down in a door-way. What to do? Then Pythagoras had an idea ...............

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....she decided to ring her sister, Zelda, 38, a typewriter expert from Cheam, whose claim to fame....

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stole cash to buy fags from a decrepit corner shop run by Mr and Mrs Matzarehvitz in Soihull, in 1986, the circumstances are uncertain but apparently she owed money to the electricity board, the TV licence thingy, the local

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hostelry, 'Percy's Pickled Gherkin,' and 'Wilberforce's Wine Bar.' Although there was little demand for typewriter expertise these days, these savings allowed her to keep paying rent and she occupied a little flat on Cheapside Row. Zelda didn't answer the phone but we decided to ...

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look up her location since her phone was found to be on and she was in Wigtown itself!  What luck, we thought. Pythagoras, being a multi-talented lady, brought up the directions to Zelda's location on her phone and we proceeded to walk there as it said it wasn't far. Just as we were looking around for Zelda (and I was convinced that Zelda had a burner phone which may well have been on but was currently in the bin by the side of the road) ....................................

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a Hobbit like elderly gent with straggly hair  and a Golem like sheen of sweat soaking his face, dressed in a yellow jacket, green muffler, sun spectacles,plus 4s,  and beach sandals, arrived at...

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the petrol station across the road. I was barely aware of this at the time since we were both more interested in finding Zelda. Where could she be? The phone said that she was here but she was nowhere to be seen. "This is ridiculous!" I spat at the very lovely Pythagoras "You must have gotten something wrong". Pythagoras, meantime, was too busy puzzling over her phone to notice me or anything else. Just then .....................

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the incongruously attired Hobbit furtively sidled up to us.

'I hear you'd be looking for Zelda,' he hissed out the side of his mouth, all the while looking around. 

'How did YOU know we're looking for Zelda??' I demanded.

'Shhhhh.....

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..she..is...my ..wife', he hissed, like Golem eulogising about 'my preshuss' .

..'what's more, is..she ain't up for grabs..', then he suddenly launched into song..

'My baby don't care for no other man, no

My baby  just cares for only I...', went the lyrics as he eyed me with disdain.'Don't worry', I whispered,  in a cat hissy type of way, 'this is her sister Pythagoras'..'and he is mine, not hers', said Pythagoras,  looking to..

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me. "My sister has never been married!" shouted Pythagoras "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER!!!!!" she screamed. At this a crowd miraculously appeared, crowding round and preventing the Golem-like, loudly dressed, hobbit-thing from escaping. "The police have been called" a voice called out and as we waited .................

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, a man dressed in a grey suit, brought lukewarm coffee to be sipped by all present. 

I was getting restless when the police arrived. 

Pythagoras......

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was getting more and more worked up. I felt she was overreacting a bit. After all her sister didn't sound much to write home about, what with the light fingeredness and all the bills she'd run up. She wasn't going to be much use to us. Not that I did much writing home, 'She Who Must Be Obeyed ' was always blathering on about it. But as I always said ...