Just as well we make tea the traditional way, in the mug isn't it Lidd. Remind me to give that teapot to the church jumble sale.

Don't give a teapot away- it might still be useful!

I will, ducky, I will...

Useful fer what, may I be so bold as ta ask?

Give it to your Clod as a shaving mug Lidd.

Ornament... family heirloom- storing them old teeth?

Smashing idea, Ticklish! And a bit of old earwax will give them dentures a bit of 'flavour'!

ha bloomin' ha ducky! You is very funny, dear

I's give it to you an' your luvverly intended for a Weddin' present for you's first cuppa as Mr and Mrs Diaper..ah, ain't love grand?

Ummm yum?

You my frend or what?? I can use the tea pot ta put me slugs in then pour 'em over your bloomin' 'ead

I loves slugs! Slug protein is a great natural conditioner for the hair - how do you think I keep my locks looking so luxuriant?

*Swishes hair a la Denise Richards.....*

I use caterpillars

I use sham- bloomin'- pooh like any uvver normal person...flippin' 'eck you's two...you is orf ya daft old 'eads the pair of ya's

You gotta be careful what comes out of them bottles - ain't always what the label says....

Caterpillars turn into nice butterflies - hehe

Brandy is good for the hair - stops it thinning (honest!) - mind you one bottle don't last me very long *hic!*

Stroof..you 'as done summing very wrong wiv your brandy, Dozey darlin'....

That's me cat - likes a spot of brandy as well and then sits on me head all night! Does get a bit hot mind....

Anyway, what are you still doing up? Last I heard you were taking a shower!

*goes to check other thread*

'Ere gals

Is you coming darn to brekfarst or are you staying in yer boodwahs

boogair - me himagin' skills is eviscerated over night

HA!!!

read this with preevyarse post, gals

Heavens, I saw her in the cafe yesterday. Quite put me off my food she did.
What is everyone doing today? I thought that I would begin work on my novel. I feel that I have so much to offer as a writer so I shall go down to the village and buy myself a pen and some nice paper to begin. I think that I shall call it Travels with a Pony Called Eddie. Or maybe with Dobbin.......hmmmmm...oh dear, this writing is so thought provoking. Perhaps I will call it A Few Months in Normandy.

Here Add. How about "Tiddles on my travels", that's a good title
I lurve my new trumpet
MAy.

Hmmm, not too sure about that one Great May. Grab your trumpet old bean. We can take Dobbin out in the cart and you can play post horn noises calls on it.
You really are racing through that Tune-a-Day book. I think that you have more of a talent for it than the double bass. Perhaps trumpets are just easier.

I think the problem with the Bass, was that that I am only 5'4", and I needed a step ladder to play it.
The trumpet is so easy to murder play. Reckon I'll be able to do a grade soon Add??
Remember Big Mac Add, I needed a step ladder to get anywhere near him, he was 7 foot tall though
Reckon his Dad stood him in a grow bag as a teenager
Is your horn a natural horn because you can't play any sharps or flats on it, or is it because you only play it in the nuddy??

May , you fool. My hatural horn is the ancester of the modern horn just as I am the propotype for all great opera singers!!! I can play lots of sharps and flats on it by stuffing an old pair of bloomers in the end or by doing silly things with my lips.
I think that you should go for a grade or two. I'll play the piano for you if you like. It will be a winning combination. What grade do you think. You have been playing for several days now so don't do yourself down Go for at least a grade four.
Panad?

Stroof Add..you writin' a book are ya gel? I fink I'll write one an' all. I'll call it "Clod May 'Ave Big Grapes..But it's a Spinsters Life fer Me..'ow ta cope wiv bein' a single young Lady in tadays Weld"

Will ya buy a copy will ya Add?

Somebody please stick summink in the end of Mays trumpet, will ya do! Bloomin' old racket! Don't encourage 'er Add fer gawds sake. Me nerves won't take that din much longer.

I'll 'ave a panad wiv ya. Ta everso me old duck.

Don't knock May's trumpet playing Lidd. It is getting quite good. She is going to do a grade at the end of this term. So that you don't feel outdone I have bought a tuba for you. It was in the pawn shop in the village and the man said that il a été là pendong days années. And to prenez la chose horrible partie. So I did. It is all yours Lidd. Here, have a blow.
I'll put the kettle on.

Hehe- I always gets 'ere when the kettle's boiled- lucky me!

I fink i'm doin' summink wrong Add! Voolay voo get mwoir 'ead outa this fing maintynon sill voo play!

Owch!

*reading from phrasebook*

Bon soir!

Je suis une tasse de the, s'il vous plait!

What's with the new hat, Liddy?

You are tea? Can I drink you then? Haha!

*checking phrasebook*

Je sais une tasse de the?

Non, je m'appelle une tasse de the!

Sha swee not breavin'! Will you stop bangin' on the side of this bloomin' fing, Dozey! You's makin' me 'ead vibrate...I'm gonna die Add...I'm gonna die wiv a tuba stuck on me 'ead..

Yep, tea's me best friend, I 'ad coffee wiv 'im 'tother week!

You what? You KNOW the panad? Deary me. Have a cuppa and be quiet dear.
Lidd, did you have your hat on when you did that? CAN YOU HEAR ME IN THERE? I'll pull the tuba thing and you stand your ground.
There!!! You're out.

Lawks, luvvie, yor as good at fransays as a homme avec une jambe in a derriere kicking competition

Yoov jus said "do I know a cup of tea......no, I'm called a cup of tea!".........guffaw gaffaw...snort

OOoh me and me big mouth! Hehe

Stop laughing at me - it ain't funny!

What do I have to say to get a cuppa around here? I'm dying of thirst....

Je.....je.....je.......je

*stupid phrasebook - try a different line*

Pourriez vous me diriger a la tasse de the?

C'est over there! Now va and boire it!

et ne dribblez pas sur la table!

Beaucoups de merci gels!

Ah that's better - nothing like a nice cuppa!

LT would never dribbler, elle a far too nice manners de la table!

Course I wouldn't dribble - it's rude to play football on the kitchen table! How could you suggest such a thing?!

*big slurpppppp and burppppp*

Did you hear about the local wrestling contest? It's apparently on tonight in the village hall. Anyone fancy going down to oggle at the writhing bodies cheer on Clod's son, who I hear is favourite to win?

Oooh dear, all that nasty sweat, I couldn't face it ducky!

Off to play ping pong on me dining room table!

I'm there already dear!!!! Whoarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Did you see what HE just did to HIM and (oh I can't look) - ouch!

Is he still alive Liddy?

Dunno ducky...go an' ask that fella wiv the dicky bow on...'e looks like 'e knows what's 'appenin'...

Stroof, I can't watch! *Hides*

Well I wish that I had stayed at home with my natural horn and a good video. Too smelly and too violent for me. I'm off back to the cottage.

(Where did you find the photo? I kept finding duds when I tried so gave up! )



It's too painful to watch....

*Taking closer look*

Isn't that diapers on or whatever his name is? I thought he'd gone home after the wedding was called off - what's he doing here?