Leggings vs Aztec Priests... etc... etc..
Leggings vs Aztec Priests... etc
all seats £35 through the usual taker...
Early on, sounds of a slave ganger moving his goods out of the way fast. It appeared that people were not happy to have them around. Some sounded like children. Was it real?
I was awoken by some loud shouting at around 3am. I know it was not normal, there appeared to be a company of men outside shouting, “Crack on! Crack on!”
Then there was some joint mutterings in the background, a cultured voice said softly,
“This is so she doesn't get away with calling my family names, ye ken!”
A male voice answered grimly, “We ken!”
“She isn't brave enough! They'll find it out up North, then they'd sooner have my family instead!”
“Aye, rightly enough!”
Oy! you right B....st..ds I shouted telepathized at em, Get out of the garden!
I mustered strength, not easy with arthritis and weariness, Deliberately inflicted by these nightly yobo trolls... I could hear whispered instructions to someone to come away, and the slave gang moved away at a trot a rattling their chains...
I got to the dressing gown and left the flat for a quick look to see who was intruding in the garden. Needless to say when I got there it was empty.
Well Kitty who could it be, I've only a few I don't like much! At the moment, the one trying to drive me around the bend following me around on the buses, is the dark and dirty looking girl and her equally etc husband, obliquely managing to keep a fearsome reputation up, with all and sundry.
Perhaps they are Aztec Priests out to get someone to die! Or is it Belladonna and some-such nasty?
I guess they annoy me because the shop assistants used to rummer, “Wait until she meets Heazer!” at me as I was shopping. Its Norwich fun to let you know what's what! “She'll die of fear!”
Well look Norwich! I'm alive and they are nuts! Got it? Heazer indeed!
Now I've come into contact, it makes me shudder, “Get that girl some soap!”
She really isn't a ... Mcqanus! The one that tries to steal authorship of my books was one of those. I think it was one of those who tried to bamboozle the Norwich library staff out of my books.
The Mcqanus girl is a little lighter in colouring. They always said the Mcqanus was related to my grandfather, the Scots one, however I'm not certain. The relationship doesn't go as far as to me.
Does this make sense to you? I tried writing about the terror antics to the Boxing fraternity, however I suppose they can't manage them all.
I need my sleep. I'm not beautiful without it... I might end up dark & dirty like those two aztecs...
and end terrifying shop assistants...
Talk tomorrow if possible!
N.B around 4.45 two stray scots callers into the garden to see if there has been or is going to be a drop off... don't ask me what!