- Mrs Barrington-Hughes
- A sewing kit?
- Harry likes Jazzer in his kilt
- Banter, Tucker style
- Still not a peep from Kate
- Appreciating shortbread
- Burns Night, Jazzer style
- You slagging my mum?
- What recipe was Harry following?
Mrs Barrington-Hughes
Is driving David to distraction.
She’s the mother of the bride for the forthcoming ‘society’ wedding at Lower Loxley that David’s been sweating over.
And I’ve got to give David his due. He’s doing a great job of turning on the charm to keep Mrs B-H sweet while he’s concurrently wrestling with cattle.
A sewing kit?
David sounded quite perturbed that he’d need a sewing kit on hand for the wedding.
The devil is most certainly in the detail.
Was it just me, or did Emma sound like a natural event organiser? Maybe there’s no need for a ‘professional’ to be brought in.
Harry likes Jazzer in his kilt
Well, to be fair, kilts do make most blokes look dapper.
Banter, Tucker style
[Vicky] “Me and Brenda are ‘like that’ now since the party”
[Mike] “It’s Roy’s birthday next week an all”
[Vicky] “Ooh, that was bad planning”
[Mike] “Behave”
(and one assume ‘like that’ was Vicky crossing her fingers. Hard to tell hand actions when one’s eavesdropping)
Still not a peep from Kate
Brilliant.
She’s seemingly been keeping out of Roy and Hayley’s way, but it’s marvellous she’s also been keeping away from those secret microphones.
May it continue!
Appreciating shortbread
Yikes! When a gift becomes a menacing threat … Vicky sometimes can be a bit of a scary lady.
Burns Night, Jazzer style
First Jazzer changes the words of A Man’s a Man for a’ That (at least, it sounded like he did), then ended it with “Go!” to get everyone to down their drink.
Then we were treated to Jazzer’s actually quite lovely singing (which hasn’t been heard since Ambridge Has Talent)
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
O I will luve thee still, my dear
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand miles.
(Robert Burns, A Red, Red Rose)
And once Mike and Vicky had departed – the real party started (with Ed and Emma staying, more of Jazzer’s mates, including Chris, arriving – and a rather tired Harry accepting his fate of another late night.
But was Harry’s efforts to give Jazzer a good Burns Night in vain?
Ed reckoned not. After all, Jazzer had been given:
[Ed] “Food and drink and chance to show off!”
You slagging my mum?
The potential show-down between Ed and Vicky at Harry/Jazzer’s Burns Night didn’t happen, but Vicky seemed to be keen to try and wind up Ed.
Well, to be fair, she seemed to be keen to wind anyone up!
After saying she was finding it difficult working with Clarrie, as it was sometime hard to get a word in (!)
[Ed] “That’s my mum, Vicky”
She then went on, at some length and detail, about how great Nic had been at helping Clarrie when she’d broken her arm, and how Nic and Clarrie were having a nice time properly bonding.
That’s despite Emma also being in the room.
Then Vicky had a bit of a claw at Harry.
[Vicky] “I misjudged you … I didn’t take to you. I thought you were a bit of a know-all … but now, I could just adopt you”
[Harry] “Hah-ha ... that’s an 'interesting' proposition”
I can’t get a firm grip on whether Vicky’s a good or a bad ‘un, just as I can’t seem to get a grip on Harry.
Maybe they are actually related.
What recipe was Harry following?
Veg around the haggis?
Surely no.
Veg near the haggis, but never on the same serving plate.
And gravy?!?
No, no, no!
Still, Jazzer reckoned Harry did manage to get the haggis to look like a haggis, so I suppose I shouldn’t be a puritan.
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