Grumpy Old ****
Nora:   Mornin' Ada, nice out?
Ada:   Yes, well put it away someone will see.
Nora:   What? Ooh, Ada, that one ‘ad ‘airs on it when Moses were a lad
Ada:   Still got you going though din’t it?
Nora:   You Ada, what colour would you say that was?
Ada:   What you lookin' at Nora?
Nora:   Them sheets over there at number 32. What colour would you say they were?
Ada:   Khaki. I'd say they was khaki.
Nora:  No, it were a fruit or a veg or summat. You remember it were all the rage donkey's years ago.
Ada:   What was?
Nora:   Bathroom suites in that colour. Ooh I remember, avocado.
Ada:   Ave a what?
Nora:  Avocado, you know that thing like a pear. They make it into that guacamolioli dip. Our Sharon serves it at her parties, tastes like crap but you ‘ave to ‘ave it.
Ada:   Why do you ‘ave to?
Nora: Well you know you ‘ave to. It's like that beige coloured stuff that's made from chick peas.
Ada:   Pease puddin'?
Nora:   No, hummus that's it, hummus, you've got to ‘ave that an'all.
Ada:   Our Ron puts that stuff on ‘is garden. Says it makes things grow better.
Nora:  Well p'raps that's why you ‘ave to ‘ave it? Cos it makes you grow.
Ada:   Aye p'raps.
Nora:   Anyway would you say them sheets was avocado?
Ada:  No, like I said, khaki. That chap at number 32's in the army. Just got back from Afghaniwatsit.
Nora:   Oh I don't agree with them you know.
Ada:   With what?
Nora:  Them foreign wars. I don't agree with our lads going abroad and fighting battles and what not.
Ada:  You'd rather they fought battles at ‘ome then? Mind you that bloke at number 2 fights ‘ome and away. Did you ‘ear ‘em last night? Going at it ‘ammer and tongs they were.
Nora:  ‘E must have picked up some of that foreign lingo then ‘cos I couldn't understand half of what he was shouting.
Ada:  I heard every word. These walls are so thin you can hear a mouse fart three doors away.
Nora:   You wanna get some of that insolence, you do.
Ada:   Insolence?
Nora:   Insolence, that stuff you put in the walls to keep the heat in.
Ada:   Insulation.
Nora:  Aye, that's it. Our Annie got it put in, cut her heating bills but better than that it stopped next doors country and western music dead in its tracks.
Ada:   Shotgun would have done that cheaper.
Nora:   I dare say. Anyway best get on. Our Sharon's coming round later.
Ada:   She bringing some guacamolioli?
Nora:   ‘Ope not. Patty and chips I ‘ope.

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