General Chat

That's great Howard, understood every word I did, you sound the sort of bloke who wouldn't go to number 7, you can pop in to my 'ouse for a cuppa if yer like but don't go past number 7, she'll just grab yer :)) Mabel

Well I ll try ope you aint got me name onyer list o visters to er next dor coz i want there Will that do Mabe howardxx

Clara darlin' don't worry about yer ol' man he's at number 7, just saw him go in there with dirty Gertie from number 30, sorry to be the one to tell ya, you know how i hate to gosssip. Will put a drop of brandy in yer cup to give ya a bit o strength, so it ain't all bad. Hi Howard, a tip on London accent, write what you want to say, then go back over it taking out all the h's the g's ending with ing, and where theres a th put in a v, sorted :)) please join in if you'd like to, you can be posh if you'd prefer :) Mabel

Whose Lynda Howard? You not talkin' about our Mabe are yer?

Hi Lynda I didn't see the original on here but it sounds like it would make a great radio programe sorry I can't do a london accent Howardxx

Hiya Mabe Comin' right over gal - I luv a bit o gossip:)) It'll ave to be a quick one though, I've got to get some washin done an on the line before me ole man gets 'ome Luv as alas - Clara xx

'ere Doll, sorry luv but gotta tell ya before you get here, your 'ol mans name was on the list of visitors at number 7, but seein' as 'es a plumber, suppose he could have just been havin a look at 'er pipes. Got any chocci biscuites in that box 'ave ya? Mabel

'ere Mabe duck I gort some really nice biscuits at the market - half a crown for a big bag ov em- will be over shortly - mines a coffee - coo and two (milk and sugar lol) dolores

Well it don't look like we know if we are comin' or goin does it gals? What I do know is that 'er at number 7 'as all sorts goin on in the middle of the night, an before you accuse me of gossipin' which I NEVER do, I got it from the 'orses mouff, met 'er up the bus stop, and she told me 'erself, dirty mare she is, mind you got all the names of who goes there at all sorts of hours. I have the kettle on if ya wanna pop round, will tell you the names, not cos I'm gossipin you understand, just I fink you outta know, in casee yer 'ol mans been there. Mabel x x

Blimey Mabe ! I fort yer was brown bread I did ! Old Nellie Smickers next door ta yer reconed yer had an...er...friendship wiv old Wilber Trotter. 'Erd yer shoutin' about goin' ta Heaven she did.... well,her bein' a bit mutton and Jeff and wiv those pound shop glasses up against yer wall, maybe she really 'erd yer shout Going ta Devon... Mildred x

Sorry I ain't bin abowt luvs, got arrested after the Olympic party, copper said I'd drank too much, can't remember, he said I acted not proper wiv 'im, anyway they called my youngest Albert, and 'e took me back to ees 'ouse in bloomin Wimbledon, right out in the sticks, 'es only just bought me back, feel like I've been outta the country I do, funny people in Wimbledon they are, go to the shops and yer say mornin' to 'em and they don't bleedin answer ya, stuck up they are, not like us Londoners, friendliest people abowt. Glad to be back 'ome I am, what you gals bin up to then? Mabe x

Oh Dolly darlin' aint it great gal, we loved it in 1948 and we'll love it agin in 2012, gawd willin that is. D'ya know what Luv I remember in '48 we used to go round the gas works in that blokes 'ouse, wotsis name, Ernie sumfink or uveer, and 'ave all them parties. gawd gal those were the days eh?

'ere - wats all this ter do in the streets? Wot do yer mean lad - the Olympics - we ad em ere in 1948 we did - oh it was just the tonic we needed after the war. Dolores

*knocks at Mabel's door* Hiya, it's Jewel, remember me? Sorry to bother you but I thought you might be able to add some wisdom to my situation. Can I come in? *sigh* It's Charley, can I sit down? *CLANG* woops I got a bottle of gin in my pinny pocket. He went AWOL for a week or so, said he'd been in the Liar Valley and then in Carcerated. I never knew he had a passport. Well (sobs) he came home this afternoon for something hot on the kitchen table, then his mobile went off and he said he had ter go again *reaches for bottle of gin* You got a couple of glasses ?

ooooh yeah please ! Ill ave the one wiv the big 'oles in it, wiv me tan ill blend in next ta me wire fence. Mildred x

ooohh errrrr Mildred lovey, are yer wantin to borrow me nice knitted cozzie? Dolores

Well the 'airs just poke out of me fishnet stockings dahnt they, so I dahnt get ladders. Mind yeh, I fink Ill leave me forest under me arms cos it might get chilly in the evenings. Dont fink me woolly will keep the chill away on its own. Fink I will pack me rain 'ood just in case...well yer cant be too carefull, can yer ? Mildred x

Hallo Maybelle Did ya hev a guid time hen? Only thing I heerd aboot they Frenchies is they eat snails and frogs legs - and yon people speak of us Scots eating Haggis - gimme that onytime, I widnae like tae eat those things!!! Ya see I bin practising ma accent - dae ya think I done well? I reckon I nearly got it all now - there! Hows that? Mildred, where's this Magorca? Is it a distrit of Edinburgh? You know they're awfa posh there!! Nae wonder ya had to dae yer legs - the wimen wear silk stockings there, and that stubble wid ladder them - so you take care.

Blimey Mildred darlin' you are a one aintcha? You should have arsked me, could 'ave got ya a 2nd 'and razor at the market, would 'ave dun ya treat gal, nemind, next year, you'll 'ave to do um agayn. Bloomin ell, we are gettin about aint we, me in French France, last week, now you in Magorca, fink it's 'ot there gal, so take some nivea, to stop the sun, plaster it on all over ya bits an all. Have a good time, bring us back one of them donkeys, or them canisteretts, can put them on the wall, real classy. Behave yerself wont cha, no gettin drunk everynight, 'ave at least one night orf. See ya when ya gets back, tell me all yer stories. 'ave a good trip darlin' Mabel x x x x

Oh my gawd gals Im orf ta margorca on Tuesday, and fought me airs on me legs looked a bit...er foresty. Old marfa from down the lane said...'ere gal, why dont yer wax em all orf ? ' Well i went ta the pound shop I did, 'an bought meself a packet. well it was all in foreign, fink it was bleedin' Chinese. Took it ome & stuck it ta me bleedin leg and thats when it happened... Fought id sit in the garden in the hot sun I did, nice knotted 'anky on me 'ed. Fell asleep and when I woke up, there were flies stuck ta me leg ! Turned out it wasnt wax, but it was flypaper. Still, managed to peel it of, along wiv a few 'airs, now its stuck by the lightbulb....well, gotta get me moneys worth gals...aint I ? Mildred x