Met Danny chatting to the builders yesterday on my way home Howya Danny. Ah there she is now, Mrs. Doyle herself Don't you start, I've enough of your builders and Jimmy without you joining in. Ah, they were delighted with the tea and biscuits, weren't you lads? 'Fair play to you Mrs. Doyle' they shouted, … Continue reading Cruising for a bruising
Month: November 2025
Brewing up a storm
Anyway, the builders arrived across the road last Monday. There's been no sign of Danny or Marlene and it's bloody Baltic out, so I've been making tea for the lads. Those chaps are lovely, Jimmy. Yeah, hard workers too. They were delighted with the tea. Yes, they said. When were you talking to them? This … Continue reading Brewing up a storm
Danny’s ma
I met her again, still all in black. Like an Italian widow. And Jimmy saying he thought she was me, said he forgot I got my hair done. He can be a cheeky bastard at times. You'd swear he was Richard Gere. Looks more like Richard Attenborough these days. Don't get me wrong, I love … Continue reading Danny’s ma
Google maps
Walking in a foreign city can be scary when you get lost … especially when you're with your husband. Left here, Jimmy. No, it’s right. Google says left. Well she’s wrong. How do you know? Because we didn’t come this way. Well she’s saying turn left. We came from the right Ok but she's saying … Continue reading Google maps
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