Well this weekend just past, with the rain whirling its dervish payload of liquid sunshine ... there was a shadow of a little thing pressing the doorbell (which does not work)
Cor blimeys I think, whazza all dis' about den?
So I rock on up to door and see a dear little girl in her plastic pink raincoat saying "Girl Scout cookies for sale!"and beside her ... her dear ol'mum drenched to the bone ...
looking for all the world like something from one of 'em mens mags wiv' da articles and picciesclothes blotted to her body leav'n no room fer der imagination ooer!
Worked a treat I must admit. Bought 3 packets no worries!
"Sorry we only have mini chocs and big chocolate bikkies left..."
"wibble..."
"Would you like some ..."
"homina homina hubba hubba..."
"Cheers!"
"bibble..."
So I was sans 9 squiddies and a happy smile as they totted off down to the next driveway ... I felt a bit rooked, since the Girl Scout cookies hardly tasted of Girl Scouts!
Ahh... yummy mummies doing their station above and beyond the call of duty. Ave saluti!
(NB : I'm racist as they come and prefer my girlies asian, but there are those special moments!![]()
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