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  • Writer's pictureJuliet Warrington

The Neighbours...

Dear Lord.

They’re off again.

The Boggles...

Opened the curtains in the spare room today and looked out to see Gruntfuttock standing by her hedge gesticulating wildly at her living room window.

Next thing, out comes Lungbutter, resplendent in a red velvet dressing gown, purple cravat, tartan slippers and his driving gloves.

Seems Gruntfuttock can’t start the car.

‘Noel Coward’ takes the keys from her, gets in the car, starts it straight away and gets out again.

There is a moment of silence between them before Lungbutter bows and strides off back into the house, presumably to crank his gramophone up.


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