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Mrs No.3 has just been round for a quick
chat.
Felix came downstairs to say hello
and have his head scratched. I said he
was getting fed up of the ginger git attacking him.
“Oh the ginger one comes and poos in my garden” says Mrs No.3 “and he sits on the bins. I have to
be careful to make sure the kitchen window isn't open too far when I'm cooling
meat and stuff. I don't think he's been
in, but you never know.”
A very wise precaution; especially as Tiddles once
came home carrying a small champagne coloured chinchilla - at least I think it
was a chinchilla.
Mrs Leftfoot I thought "ginger git" was a new name for Fester for a
moment!... quickly realised my mistake though.
Bentonbag No he's the 'fat bald broken-nosed old bastard'
Or as Auntie Eirlys (Rip) used to say
"things a dog wouldn't lick".
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