Pippa walked up to Ian and Simon dressed to the hilt in a London fog trenchcoat and dark sunglasses
and holding an antique cane, with the head of a roaring lion.
Where did you come across that exquisite piece dear?.... Ian inquired
Pippa removed her sunglasses and smiled ...Oh...the peculiar rummage room...
Simon Lawson....Pippa Longfellow ....Pippa held out her hand ....Pleased to meet you, Simon
Simon stumbled out a meek, you too....
He's a little shy, Ian contributed......
Oh...isn't that refreshing....Pippa replied ....
Who is this? ..... a booming voice came from behind Pippa
Miss Battleaxe....Miss Billingsley ...was staring directly at Simon...
He's a new employee....straight ...from the Manchester trenches ...Ian replied
Miss Battleaxe...got right up into Simon's face ....
Are you a Torie?..... you look like a Torie.....weak as water....the whole lot
Simon blushed and stuttered .....I I I .....Pippa intervened ...
Oh...Miss Batt.....Miss....Billingsley, leave the chap alone ...its his first day...
Miss Battleaxe relented and made a speech ....
One day ....this country will have a female prime minister, that will rule with an iron fist
More like an iron bra......Ian commentated
Pippa giggled....
Miss.BATTLEAXE stared at IAN....
POOF......SHE TURNED AWAY....
OH,IT's going to be one of those days....Ian cackled....
COME on...Simon... I have to show you the rummage room
static.....hiss.....
hiss
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