No safari for me dear. We've done that last year. Didn't someone get eaten by wild animals??
Any way. We have the best suite at the Dorchester.
I'll just ring for room service, and we'll have some champers.
May.

*Yawn* Well that was a luvverly champagne breakfast in bed my dear. I really don't want to get up now, but I want to get some diamond-inlaid organ shoes from Horrids.

Orf we go then Tickles. Seem to have lorst Addy , Liddy, Summat and Wossie, Joanie and Jeannie.
Now I'm not going to Horrids , they have some very funny ideas in there, so we'll go to some excloosive shops in Knightsbridge instead. Then later we'll go up the Convent Garden for my feather, a glass of wine and listen to the buskers.. That OK for you dear???
Great Aunt May, who has a feeling that everyone will want to come too.

Well if they try and follow us we can stick them up my organ pipe!
Oooh, look at the pretty flower ladies!

Lovely tickles. Now then , what do you think of this dress for my solo performance in Anglesea??



Do you like the customized bow for my double bass Tickles?? It's very elegant, and just right for my age. Can't stand mutton dressed as lamb eh?

What are you going to buy dear??

May.

Very chic dear, well I've got myself some nice diamond-encrusted organ shoes, and a good bargain of three teapots for the price of one.

Now, what do you think, I can do better than all those buskers over there can't I!?

You hum dear and I'll play.
May.



Got the hat ready Tickles??
May

I'll just have a little tickle of the ivories..

I say Rhonda, you had them on their knees there my old gel. That was priceless. Your rendition of the theme from Crossroads was very modern indeed. Look how much we have made. It's enough to take you , moi and Tickles to dinner at the Ritz. Well done dear.
TAXI

Great Aunt May.

Oooh, I really am being spoilt! And they liked my little rendition of Kum bay ja ja on the mouth-organ!

And a nice handsome taxi driver to top it off with...

Ah, a girl after mu own heart
Where shall we go after the Ritz?? Or shall we go back to the Dorchester and have a night cap in the celebrity bar??
Love your dress Tickles, suits a woman of your years



Lovely wings, though I'm not sure what the taxi driver thought of them.

May.

Oh dear, that's a big one
May.

I'm a giant to need to play my big organ! Cooeee cabbie !

How about going back to Covent Garden for the Opera? We could have a singalong.

Well that was jolly good Tickles. Do you think the leading lady minded when you stepped onto the stage to do her part?? Such a shame she got a coughing fit. YOu were very good Tickles, did you have a nice date with the leading man afterwards??
May.

Well, I think I'm going for a career change - this warbling lark is easy!
And who would have thought that that nice taxi driver could sing too...

And what were you singing Tickles??
I thought I heard strains of " She was only the Bishops daughter..............."
May.

Well, that coupled with a bit of Queen of the night... I did an encore to the Lead taximan afterwards!

Ah yes............lovely. I think they enjoyed my "PAck up your troubles" too.
Shall we go back home now Tickles, and make ready for Anglesea?? Mutters" must find my recorder."
May.

Borrow my mouth organ dear, it's in here in the old kit bag along with all them troubles that I'd forgotten about. 'Ere, let's chuck 'em in the Thames!

Great grandson no 1's birthday today. Where has the time gone. 9 Today! I think we should all get together and bake him a great big cake.

Panad anyone?

Maybe we could put on a concert party. Addy could sing her Terrapin Song. I could sing about me bells- its in French you know... or I could do my vocalise, just incase I forget the words. Tickles could play the organ. Lidd could do her Panis anglica It would be fun. Might make the poor lad run for miles, but we'd enjoy it.

Do ya think the landlord at the Purple Camel would let us throw the party for the poor lad?

Happy Birthday, ducks.
Here's a snap of me last cake..

Hang-on he's 9 not 99!

Can I join in with my harmonica? Probably better that way than I inflict my 'singing' on you all.

Sorry. wasn't wearin' me specs. What a big lad, asn't 'e grown, spittin' image of 'is Dad, c'mere and give Aunty Rhondda a kiss...

Oooh flippin' 'eck Rounder! Put the poor boy dahn! You'll be givin' 'im nightmares fer the rest of 'is life. Come 'ere ducky Liddy will give ya's a big 'ug dear.

*'Ere...did we ever find out who 'is dad is? Ya hear so many fings abaht folk eh?*

Pass these volyvons round, dear. Then we can get on to the jelly 'n icecream!

Mmmmmmmmmmm nice. I like the seafood ones.
Anyone for a drinkie with them??



Great Aunt May.

Great party! Shame he's too young to drink the bubbly though. Watch where your popping that cork, May!

It's just for the grown ups dear. Squash for the little ones
May.

Oh, come late to this do! Was busy at the workplace...

Any bubbly left? *hic*

Watcha Girls! I have been a little busy lately. Eddie won his way to a major pony show, Dobbin was very jealous and so I had to take him too, Lidd flooded the house, (mine, not hers,) after a particularly wild bath, we had three feet of snow, the postman ran away with the barmaid from the Purple Camel, they have put a new screen around the skips at Tesco's and I get rather carried away doing a really long crossword puzzle and lost track of the time. Have I missed anything?

I found my fame at Ripoff, May and I went to London and Horrids and Covent Garden where I took over the opera and met a very friendly taxi driver, then we came home and I've been hiding in the organ ever since and missed Summat's great grandson's birthday. Just sitting here finishing the champagne on my own, care to join me? *hic*

Yes please. Have you got another straw?

Have you missd anything??? So much, Addy. Apart from what Tickles said, we had a disaster when someone threw a flute down Tickles organ pipe. Then Mad Thomas Looney went down the pipe to get it, which morphed into a flue, and then he was stuck
Green watch came out to rescue him after Liddy lit a fire underneath him to flush him out Then we went out with green watch. Not sure if the flute ever made it out
So not much has happened really
Nice to have you back you old reprobate.
May.

Just the usual sort of things then. Typical!

(Off to practise throwing large objects into the sea now!)

Is Harry Parry around?

Can I join you, my organ pipe is doing my head in!

Hi Tickles,
Of course you can my old pudding. I have made this large sand bag and I am practising balancing it on the sea wall and then bashing it sideways into the ocean. I have put a long rope on to the top so that I can haul it back again. It's good fun. Here, have a try.

Harry Parry? No , not yet..........

Oh this is jolly good fun! *THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*

Hang on, where's the rope??

Ooh, she's going to fall in - we might have to call the lifeboat. I feel a bit of a rescue coming on again, girls...

Never mind. We can make another one. Let's make it body shaped this time.

Where did you go Tickles? You were here a few moments ago.

*Wobble wobble* Help me ladies! My organ pipe isn't waterproof!

Here Tickles. Spit that sea water out and grab hold of this life belt. Honestly! Two glasses and you make a complete spectacle of yourself.

Now wring yourself out and we'll go to the cafe for a hot drink. Don't throw that fish back; he'll do as supper for the cat.

Is Clarri Barri still coming to Anglesea then? If he doesn't, and after all this practise we could push someone else in. Who do you reckon then Addy???
May be wicked.

Well, that was a bit of excitement for the afternoon wasn't it girls? *Shiver*

Seemed to have contracted mild hydrophopia!

Never mind, Tickles. Have a glass of water. That'll put you right.

If we don't see Harry Parry in Anglesey we'll just push that Big Mac person into the sea. Then he can tell him all about it!

Panad anyone?

Phew, I'm gasping. Shall we have some cheese and biskits too? I'm feelin' a bit peckish..

Bit nippy that water. Hope Barry Clarri and Bigmac have got their thermals with them
Cheddar or Brie Rhonda??
MAy.

I've got a bit of that Stinking Bishop left..

*produces greaseproof wrapped slab....nauseating stench pervades room*

I love really smelly cheese! I bet that one came out of a skip last month if not earlier. Pass us a lump.

Mmm, that went down a treat. Now how about some nice afternoon tea and a slice? Kettle's on..

No, it has to be ice cream, custard, raspberries, cream, a dash of mustard and some crunchy topping for me.
Then I need to get busy on my natural horn for that Petrat person's grand finale thing for Saturday.