Sharing Tubs
Now, the act of eating something out of a tub might be sniffed at by the great and the good but they’ve never had to survive a 3-hour coach journey to Hunstanton, sausage.
Well excuse you! There are some stockings I’d like to keep to myself, so I’ll mind you to try elsewhere, duck...
Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to go snooping around people’s private property? Take your business elsewhere please and you might have a little more luck.
Oof! I haven’t felt anything there since nice Steve was helping at boxercise. Just try another and we’ll say no more...
You’re colder than a pound of smoked salmon, my cupcake. Have another go...
The gift that keeps on giving? Chance would be a fine thing, Geoffrey. But keep looking, dearie – you never know what you’ll find...
