Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Screw you Copper....!

Sacked the worry dolls. Told 'em I was kicking their arses all the way back to Mexico.
Phoned the Home Office - didn't know what to do about deportation. They told me they were up to their eyes in it and to go to my local copshop and give those idle sods in blue something to do for a change. "Crime won't crack itself", they chortled as they put the phone down.

After handing the dolls in over the desk, the Policeman told me it could be a few years in "chokey" for me for harbouring illegal immigrants. I said You'll never take me alive, copper and legged it as fast as I could. They gave chase in their police cars. Regan and Carter in one and Gene Hunt in another. Luckily I managed to dog them before I got to the bus stop.

Apparently the dolls made an appeal - something to do with swine flu. They are in temporary accomodation in Harlesden - and they told me I was a "marked" woman now.

Husband said would I like to give it a few weeks before we have viewers round again. Was I up to it? I told him I wasn't Miss Haversham! The silly sod! I'm not ill! Of course I want bloody viewers round.

Off now to the park with my cappucino and fag. Going to think about Life. Better go in disguise.

12 comments:

troutay said...

Those worry dolls can be a nightmare!

Jennysmith said...

Hello Troutay, nice to meet you. Yes, I knew those sods were bad news from the start! Demanding this and demanding that... and then letting me down... I'm glad someone else understands.

Hope you're having nicer weather than I am. Just got caught in a downpour!! xxxx

Suburbia said...

Hee hee! If Gene Hunt was chasing me in a police car I might have to sprain my ankle!

French Fancy said...

Silly worry dolls. Silly buyers who pull out. Silly husband.

Mean Mom said...

Hmm... Worry dolls are a bit crappy, aren't they? Have you tried turning to drink? I'm considering it.

Rebel Mother said...

Love it! Mind you, I do like that Gene Hunt....MMmmmmm...Yummy!

Dave Pie-n-Mash said...

I am glad you got rid of the mexican dolls. You have to watch those bastards. One day they're poncing a fag off you, the next they are stealing your change off the mantlepiece and selling your old DVDs for so they can buy a Party Seven.
Don't worry about their threats. If they show up on your doorstep, tell them you've found them all full time jobs. They'll run a mile.

The Dotterel said...

Turn the little blighters back to clothespegs, Jenny! That'll teach 'em!

Marie and John said...

Sorry to hear you're still having trouble with your worry dolls.

You need to remind them how lucky they really are. They could still be stuck in Mexico.

Had a word with my dolls and they've promised they won't give me any trouble. As they were home made, I think the threat of disassemble worked the trick.

xxxx

Jennysmith said...

Hi Everyone, thank you for your support with the worry dolls. Have tried ringing 'em but they haven't anwsered my calls. Miss 'em - want them to come back.

Yes, I have to say, if Gene Hunt really was after me, I'd slow down a bit. Wouldn't actually mind being caught by the Gene Genie - even if it did mean a spell in "chokey". Would be worth the showers and that.

Its the thought of being stuck with earnest Keeley Hawes that makes me scarper. xxxx

Polly said...

Damn worry dolls, always up to no good.

Sounds like you need to take some kind of nondescript bottle in a bag to the park with you.

Fragrant Liar said...

You crack me up. I love your attitude. First-time visitor, and love your blog. I'll return frequently.