That would be telling

Did it take your breath away or were you left feeling a little short-changed? Did you feel you wanted to experience more of it?

Ooh, yes please!


Quite the Don Giovanni, aren't we?

Does he play for AC Milan? I know my footwork is good, but hey...

AC Milan? I've heard of them! They're an Association Football team aren't they?

Go Deb, go! Ma'am, youze is on fire tonight!!

What happened to the kissing in this thread? It was all go at 9am this morning... !

You haven't asked me since about page fifteen, which was when that pianist woman wandered back in and laid claim to your affections.

Ouch! Feel the love there.. what happened to the idea of all the Sisters together against the common foe (i.e. men) ?

Enlightened self-interest. In a similar vein, you may have noticed how, come the January sales, Mrs Bouffant's killer instincts come to the fore when shopping.

You want this kiss or not? Hurry up, Husband'll be home soon.

I'm a-waiting.... *puckeroonie*

OK then, here goes... <puckers up>



Katyjay, do you have those smelling salts to hand? I think I need them!

Charming, I've kept clear of garlic for at least two days!

Excuse me Deborah - I think you'll find that's my husband!

oops... *tries to look innocent*

Well the grown-ups seem to be having the most fun playing make-believe here

Boy you have been putting it about a bit darling!

No, mon cher monsieur bouffant, you misunderstand me! It's the excitement of the moment that made me feel faint, not the odour of last week's curry.

Oh no, we've been caught!

Don't say that. It's all true. It's all true I tell you!!



I guess I've felt unloved and unwanted. You've been in and out of my life and flirting with kmt63 right under my nose.. It hurts Caz, it really hurts...

Who said anything about make-believe? Carol*piano looks poised to name me as co-respondant in the case of bouffant v bouffant <hangs head in shame>

My heart bleeds

Don't worry mrbouffant, I won't treat you so badly, as long as you show me some loyalty too.

Harsh! Harsh!
Where's your Xmas spirit? You seem to have taken the rubric "Goodwill to all men" to the nth degree today..

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My heart bleeds
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Harsh! Harsh!
Where's your Xmas spirit? You seem to have taken the rubric "Goodwill to all men" to the nth degree today..
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Only as much as you have done to all the women!
You are a liability!

This is all getting too much!
You women are very high maintenance.
Perhaps it is I that should run off into the Barbadian sunset with GC?

I'm sure you would be very happy together!

Even though his organ is vastly inferior? And I thought you knew we were high maintenance, but ultimately worth the effort.

Carol, perhaps I should move down to the seaside with you instead? If we can keep bouffykins in the UK, he could be our slave, only allowed out from under his desk to bring us chocolate or do the washing-up!

Ah yes, but he has more than one and from what I can ascertain they are all interesting in their own right..


Hmmm, strangely I quite like the sound that..

Looks like the ladies are having fun!

Car Expert

It's dangerous in here CE - watch out we might start on you!

That's enough from you CE, otherwise you'll be joining mrbouffant in bringing carol*piano and me regular supplies of chocolate when you aren't doing our vacuuming.

I'm shocked and appalled by the tone this conversation is taking. My young ears deserve to be shielded from this sort of talk

I think I can cope!


Don't like the sound of that!

Car Expert

I don't know what you're talking about. Are you shocked by tales of chocolate and dilligent use of the Dyson?

<passes Trebor a pair of Marigolds>

Once you've done the dishes, bring me chocolate before you start on cleaning the oven. You're ours now MUAHAHAHA

*cleans oven first*

*has rest*

I think I need to call for Bob!

Car Expert

When I said I wanted chocolate, I meant chocolate with a cocoa content of about 72%, not a Penguin...

You want to eat Bob? No chance!

Car Expert

CE, Trebor, I'll create a diversion....you guys sneak out while you've got a chance......

*starts singing Richard Strauss arias a la Florence Foster Jenkins*

That should upset Deborah beyond bearing

*goes to piano and starts playing Bach a la Les Dawson*

And that should distract Mr B and Carol

Run chaps, run!

Oh, get me the organ grinder, not the monkey! BOUFFANT! CHOCOLATE! NOW!

You scare me.

NOOOOO! Make her stop!

Make me!

*sneaks out quickly*

Car Expert

* Tra la laaaaa Der Gaaaaaaarten traaaaauert, kueeeehl sinkt in die bluuuuueeeeeeemen der reeeeeeeeeegen.....*

<tidies hair and removes glasses> Come come, there's no need to be scared. I can be quite gentle really.



AAAAAAARGH! NOOOOO!

<lets Trebor escape, and tells mrbouffant he doesn't have to live under the desk any more, unless he wants to>

PLEEEEEEEEEASE stop now.

* goes back in tune, looking as if nothing had happened *

I'm sure we understand each other, Deborah. Any more child labour and I start on Beim Schlafengehen....

Message received and understood. Wonder if the Penguin knows how to operate a vacuum cleaner...

*looks menacing and gets out score of Der Rosenkavalier....*

It's OK Mr B. You can come out now.

Can I come out now???

Car Expert

Der Rosenkavalier? The story of a mature, sophisticated lady whose lover leaves her for another, much younger woman? In the current climate are you sure that's wise?