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*Wanders into QM wearing Greek fishermans garb - cut off cotton breechesi.e. a deep burnished tan and a wicked glint in the eye*


*Ah, Dulwichmums, let me takes you for a long night time trawl in my very snug fishing smack. My tackles are in need of oiling before a long night of sweaty toil beneath the stars, perhaps you could ..... help*

Dear Sweet Michael,


Thank God you are back, but you must be drunk! What is the QM, and what is a fishing smack? I am afraid that I have no interest in your tackles, but give me a hug dear heart, and did you bring me anything from the discount/duty free shop thingy? I could murder an enormous Toblerone!

*This would explain why DM is feeling unwell*


*Opens the french windows wide, breathing in the glorious fresh air from Goose Green*


*There seems to be the sound of mayhem and rioting, armed police and helicopters. Just another Monday morning at Goose Green Primary, all is well in the world*

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