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
Mrs. Doyle
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
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