• Where were you Jimmy?  I heard you pull up outside ages ago.Your dinner is ruined.
• Your one across the road snared me when I got out of the van.
• Help me Rhonda? What did she want this time?
• Her fuse blew.
• Again?
• Yeah, I told her to stop using that dodgy kettle but she wont listen.
• You’d think she’d buy a new one, its not like she’s short of a few bob.
• Its out of the bleedin’ arc. I don’t know how she hasn’t blown herself up yet using that bloody thing.
• If she had to pay an electrician every time a fuse blew, she’d soon buy a new one.
• I told her to stop using it, the next time she’ll kill herself.
• We can only dream.
• Don’t be mean, Bernie.
• I think she does it on purpose.
• What?
• I think she waits for your van to pull up before she plugs in the bleedin’ thing. Then she’s out the door like  a damsel in distress in her housecoat.’ Help me, Jimmy’. She’s a pain in the arse.
• Ah I don’t mind, god love her, it must be tough living on your own.
• She’s never on her own, she has you in every five minutes; If its not her fuse blowing, its her roof leaking, or her sink blocked. I think she fancies you.
• Would you get away out of that. You don’t say that when I do stuff for Alice next door.
• Alice is seventy five and needs a hand now and again. Rhonda is only in her forties and well able to sort out her own plumbing.
• Are you jealous, Bernie?
• I am in me hole. I just hate people taking liberties.

Jealous? me? As if…

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