Well, fellow Argy Bargers, after some hard bargaining with Moneybags Mike our landlord, I have managed to secure another short term lease.The scoundrel wanted ten pounds a month, but I showed him my maroon bloomers and he reduced it to seven pounds.Result!?
AGA dear, pigs in blankets means sausages in bacon. It does not mean Farmer Giles best Tamworth pigs with a knitted scarf tied round their middles. Fish them out at once before he finds out ?
George was heard begging his chauffeur to drive him away as fast as possible. We may not see him for a while. I am making Christmas dinner poteen with roast potatoes and parsnips with some pigs in blankets floating on top. I have hung mistletoe all around the bar but have a feeling we may regret that. Doodle has made Christmas hats for all the llamas. They are looking very festive.
Poor old George.....he isn’t as young as he was! Well, back to reality now, am off to the scullery to peel a 100cwt of sprouts, am doing Christmas dinners in The Argy all this week .....should be a healthy profit in it at 7/6d a head.
Oh! Haha, apologies dear Doodle I did think the lilo was very warm and comfy, that explains it. Hope we didn’t flatten you too much.Anyway, your sacrifice wasn’t made in vain.
‘Oh what a night! Late December 1963, such a very special night for me, what a fella what a night’ ( warble) Are you all singing that in your heads? Well, it was another special night last night btw ( wink wink nudge nudge say no more.) The reason? George and I spent the night together on a double lilo in the cellar.
Don’t worry Doodle I’ve booked in to the tattoo parlour to have new eyebrows, just hope they don’t do them as high as Shocked Sheila, she always looks surprised?
I hope gnasher chased him all the way to the docks AGA the Admiral needs a few nips on his buttocks. Thor to the rescue again, I hope you gave him a suitable reward.
Ended up with the Admiral in his hammock as my earring got caught on his jacket button and I couldn't get free. He was blotto and snored like a fog horn on the Thames interspersed with mutterings " I love you Lemon, Marry me Doodle, Laura is a bit of alright." When he started asking Gnasher to run away with him I had had enough. Yelled for Thor to come and release me.
Wish I’d read the instructions in full before I had your cocktail Doodle. I did the shake bit, then I lit but didn’t read the stand well back...... now I have no eyebrows and my scorched hair won’t lie down
Phew, what a night, only just made it to the bottom of the tree - these oak trees are big fellas. I think I’ll go for a full breakfast with extra vodka on the side after my long stint on top.
I see the Admiral is legless again ( although he only has the one, anyway) he’s staggering around welded to AGA ...I think she may end up in his hammock later. Where’s Ixion ? She will be furious to see what’s going on here. Doodle is up for karaoke next, wonder what she’ll give us?