Episode 131
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Ed: Mornin, Dad, any chance of a cuppa ?
Eddie: Of course lad, in you come. I’ll just put the kettle on.
Ed: Where’s Mum ? At the dairy already ?
Eddie: Yeah, there’s a big yoghurt order come in from The Laurels. The ladies there are buildin up their strength for some event - a big singsong or somethin.
Ed: That’s great if it’s bringin in extra cash for Mum.
Eddie: Well, she needs it to fund ‘er election campaign for the Parish Council.
Ed: That sounds a bit over the top. Emmer’s already worried that Mum might squeeze ‘er out.
Eddie: And so she should be, your mum’s plannin some ‘ankypanky wi the Socialist Workers.
Ed: She’s wot !?
Eddie: They’re copyin Putin and plannin to rig the election so yer Mum wins.
Ed: You’ve got to stop ‘er, Dad. If Emmer loses she’ll ‘ave me out of the mobile ‘ome, quicker than a ferret down yer trousers.
Eddie: Wish Oi could ‘elp you, lad, but she’s like a woman possessed. It’s all come over ‘er in the last six months. You’d think there were somethin in the water.
Ed: Funny you should say that, Oi ‘eard a rumour that there’s trouble up Berrow Farm. There’s a terrible stink round there.
Eddie: It is a pig farm after all. You’ve got to expect a bit of a pong.
Ed: Well, Fat Paul told me ‘e ‘asn’t smelt anythin so bad since Walter Gabriel took ‘is boots off in The Bull and Peggy Archer’s budgie fell off its perch upstairs.
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(Ed. The evidence mounts...)
Ed: Mornin, Dad, any chance of a cuppa ?
Eddie: Of course lad, in you come. I’ll just put the kettle on.
Ed: Where’s Mum ? At the dairy already ?
Eddie: Yeah, there’s a big yoghurt order come in from The Laurels. The ladies there are buildin up their strength for some event - a big singsong or somethin.
Ed: That’s great if it’s bringin in extra cash for Mum.
Eddie: Well, she needs it to fund ‘er election campaign for the Parish Council.
Ed: That sounds a bit over the top. Emmer’s already worried that Mum might squeeze ‘er out.
Eddie: And so she should be, your mum’s plannin some ‘ankypanky wi the Socialist Workers.
Ed: She’s wot !?
Eddie: They’re copyin Putin and plannin to rig the election so yer Mum wins.
Ed: You’ve got to stop ‘er, Dad. If Emmer loses she’ll ‘ave me out of the mobile ‘ome, quicker than a ferret down yer trousers.
Eddie: Wish Oi could ‘elp you, lad, but she’s like a woman possessed. It’s all come over ‘er in the last six months. You’d think there were somethin in the water.
Ed: Funny you should say that, Oi ‘eard a rumour that there’s trouble up Berrow Farm. There’s a terrible stink round there.
Eddie: It is a pig farm after all. You’ve got to expect a bit of a pong.
Ed: Well, Fat Paul told me ‘e ‘asn’t smelt anythin so bad since Walter Gabriel took ‘is boots off in The Bull and Peggy Archer’s budgie fell off its perch upstairs.
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(Ed. The evidence mounts...)
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