Thursday, 18 July 2013

t'watters meltin.

By gum lad, its reight hot. Mind thee, its a guden if the can save a few bob. As a sed t’ missus, if that there bloke int ‘Sun’ can cook an egg ont pavement in London, there’s nowt stopping thee doin t’same. A nos that its out o’sun ont back step so tha can use t’front if the mun. She were int middle o doin me bacon reight crisp wen t’postie cums an steps on me egg. No yolk. It wen tall ower place, a reight mess. A nobbut just managed to dip me bread in wot were left. Told him weare to stick is letta an it weren’t in is sack!! Sed to missus, al mun go fer a trudge wile ye mek me a mug o tea as it is tekin a bit o time t'boil. A sed it ud be quiker if t’pot were moved from shade int sun. She sed, aye likus ye right there. A sed a new a wos.A sed al sup it wen a gets back. She sed reighto.
                           Seeethe. 

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