WeeKelda wrote:You can continue it, if you like.
Suddenly the silence was rent asunder by a piercing scream as a robed figure, sandals flailing, ran off and disappeared into the night,
"Who were that?"
"That were old Douglas McDermatFloofy II. 'e were only 'ere 'cos 'is wife's in labour and the birthin' 'ag told 'im to make 'imself scarce. 'e told me wanted to go back an' find the baby'd been borned an' named an' all done an' dusted"
"So what d'y' reck'n 'is problem is, then?"
"Dunno. Probably left the tap runnin' or summat."
"Oh yeah. Right. 'ere, did I tell you 'bout the turnip I 'ad for dinner last night?"
"You 'ad turnip?!" You lucky bleeder!. We 'ad mud an' old boots again!"