Whistling Dixie

Julie rang me for a chat last night... I've been meaning to ask you, Bernie. What ever happened with the Delilah one? Who? Danny from across the road's sister. Delilah was her cat. Oh right, the one the husband killed. Allegedly. Well, whatever her name is. Any sign? It's Denise. I've never seen her. I'm … Continue reading Whistling Dixie