Hey Bernie, what's the latest? Howya Julie. Danny says Jasper has people watching the gaff. Stop it, Bernie. What kind of people? The dodgy kind I suppose. I reckon Jasper is as bent as fuck. Ah now, my nerves would be gone. Have you seen anyone dodgy? Only Buster Higgins from number nine tottering home … Continue reading Busted
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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
The Great Escape
I met Danny today, haven't seen him or Marlene in ages. So, how was Christmas Dan? I never saw a bit of you, and not a decco in sight. Big change from last year. At least you didn't have to call the police for the three wise men. Ah stop, don't remind me. Mortified I … Continue reading The Great Escape
Dear Diary
Yes, I've started writing in my diary again. Well, it's a new one. I found my old ones in a box in the attic when I was up looking for uncle Fester. Yeah, I know; I did ask Jimmy to look for him, but he didn't bother his hole. Don't get me started. Anyway, once … Continue reading Dear Diary
Diary of a Dublin Housewife 