poppy Posted February 7, 2015 Posted February 7, 2015 try a little tandem sky-diving?' Itsme and Dex thought .....
itsmeagain Posted February 8, 2015 Posted February 8, 2015 different ideas; for itsmeagain it was a case of wondering had poppy been indulging in sensi inhalation in some fine corner of Kingston;whilst Dex mused, rhetorically that "It is correct and right that I go and help poppy to....
poppy Posted February 9, 2015 Posted February 9, 2015 jump out of a plane, even if I have to give her a push.' Poppy asked Itsme to tell her more about this sensi thing, "Does it help you clear your nose, Itsme?'
itsmeagain Posted February 9, 2015 Posted February 9, 2015 "According to Peter Tosh, its a cure for glaucoma, diabetes, high blood pressure" observed itsme wryly,"yet proponents of modern psychiatry blame it for schizophrenia" he declared, scholastically.
poppy Posted February 10, 2015 Posted February 10, 2015 (edited) 'Not known for it's sinus clearing properties then?' Poppy relied on Itsme for his worldly advice. 'Well who's coming with me to jump out of a plane, then?' (Itsme, this reminded me of a scene from Crocodile Dundee ....still cracks me up every time ) Edited February 10, 2015 by poppy
itsmeagain Posted February 10, 2015 Posted February 10, 2015 Both Dex and itsme' were up for a flying adventure and both eagerly accepted. Poppy was gleeful, said "I will get ..
poppy Posted February 11, 2015 Posted February 11, 2015 the flying helmets and googles. You get the wings Itsme, and Dex do you think you could find some ......
itsmeagain Posted February 11, 2015 Posted February 11, 2015 (edited) Blankets, extra insulated, with the finest wool known to humankind, a few flasks, one each and a supply of mints to cope with anxiety related salivation?" Dex was startled, his phone ringing.... Edited February 13, 2015 by itsmeagain
poppy Posted February 12, 2015 Posted February 12, 2015 distracted him momentarily from the logistics of obtaining such obscure articles. "Dexy, sweetie pie, honey bunch?' came the high pitched shriek of an over-familiar voice. "Oh hell,' thought Dex, 'why didn't I ....
itsmeagain Posted February 13, 2015 Posted February 13, 2015 remember..its Trixies birthday!! What can I help you with? " , enquired Dex laconically "Don't try soft soaping me, you are late..again" declared Trixie, determined to.....
poppy Posted February 14, 2015 Posted February 14, 2015 milk the situation for all it was worth. 'Trixie, I'm a bit bogged down at the moment, what with blankets, flasks and mints draped from every appendage. Do you think I could ......
itsmeagain Posted February 14, 2015 Posted February 14, 2015 ring you back at a somewhat more opportune time ... "..then, striding towards Dex, suddenly, was Carlina..From the time he spotted her, Dex needed..
poppy Posted February 16, 2015 Posted February 16, 2015 something to support his sudden buckling knees. 'Why was it,' he asked himself, 'that every woman he fancied, had immediate matrimonial plans for him in mind and pursued him relentlessly?? It must be because ......
itsmeagain Posted February 16, 2015 Posted February 16, 2015 (edited) he possessed a certain je ne sais quoi, ie the almost sublime ability to make a woman want to tie him down..Hmm thought Dex, not a bad...phone rang..Petrel was crying.... Edited February 16, 2015 by itsmeagain
dex Posted February 16, 2015 Posted February 16, 2015 (edited) Idea, but marriage as well, Not a chance! He noticed Petrel was crying and asked Itsme, what's her problem? (Being the sensitive type) Edited February 16, 2015 by dex
itsmeagain Posted February 16, 2015 Posted February 16, 2015 "I can speak for myself kind sir" , declared Petrel, obsequiously. " I have been notified...
poppy Posted February 18, 2015 Posted February 18, 2015 that your affections have been given elsewhere. How could you Dex??? You promised me your unending devotion, you promised me chocolates and flowers and fluffy teddy bears. My heart is broken!' Petrel's tears turned into loud wails. Dex wondered if now would be a good time to ...........
itsmeagain Posted February 18, 2015 Posted February 18, 2015 make an exit. So, abracadabra, in a flurry of smoke, he dematerialized. The end. NEW STORY. One day there was a salesman named Pete. He was in London, doing his door to door rounds,selling paintbrushes, when out of 231 Rainbow lane strode....
poppy Posted February 18, 2015 Posted February 18, 2015 (thank goodness for that Itsme ... I thought I was forever stuck in a world I'd never escape from ) Henrietta Huggletree, dressed in paint splattered overalls, a beret and purple gumboots. Under one arm was an easel and under the other a ........
woolf woolf Posted February 18, 2015 Posted February 18, 2015 glass of scotch. What a confusing, drink-wasting young lady. Perhaps she was only thinking of doing something with the glass itself, Pete thought. But what or how he couldn't conceive at the moment.
itsmeagain Posted February 18, 2015 Posted February 18, 2015 All Pete was concerned about was the paintbrush situation. "Dear lady, I see you have an easel..do you require a brush?" , he enquired, inquisitively.
woolf woolf Posted February 18, 2015 Posted February 18, 2015 (edited) "I already have plenty of brushes. A professional painter couldn't possibly survive without them." Henrietta retorted. "I do need, however, something that most women crave. I called you, for any decent salesman can promptly provide it. Gossip." Edited February 18, 2015 by Sousa
itsmeagain Posted February 18, 2015 Posted February 18, 2015 "All I know is that Fred Craven from 49, he's been seen....
woolf woolf Posted February 18, 2015 Posted February 18, 2015 "Craven, the policeman? He has a lovely daughter, adorable when she plays the piano. Do tell me, you were saying..."
itsmeagain Posted February 19, 2015 Posted February 19, 2015 (edited) Never mind gossip..I am not interested, she declared, obstreperously, clearly wishing that she was somewhere else. You sell brushes do you? she asked, vaingloriously. Edited February 19, 2015 by itsmeagain
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