appledore wrote: golly gosh...does anyone say that anymore?
I do! Spiffing isn't it?
Hedge’s wife said to her husband when he got home from work “how absolutely ghastly for you Hedgy old bean!” He replied “yah, one had sell ones small Faberge egg on ebay.” “You know the one shnookums? The one from the downstairs kazi that had been collecting dust all these years since we sacked the slave?”
Mrs Highhedge asks “What about the money to pay the Gypsy for cutting the hedge? Where shall we find the other £20 from?” Hedgy replies “One will have to sell my broken golf club, the one which I beat my last winning opponent with!” “Positively splendiferous!” shrieked Mrs hedgesgalore…Champagne on the veranda with canapés?!?!