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Sleepy:
Yes. I held it close to me and rocked it in my arms. Then I sang to it and let my tears bathe it's small, ratty face. I don't know if it was warm.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:18:04 am)

Sleepy:
Good thanks, Mrs GB.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:18:40 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
You really are George and Lennie. You kids, you make me laugh.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:19:00 am)

Cushca:
She's purdy.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:20:35 am)

Sleepy:
Don't touch now, Cushca. You'll only break something with those ham fists.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:21:38 am)

Cushca:
Everyone, and I do mean everyone, has left. It's the lame "alternative" Christmas party tonight, and my Dawn-French-a-like nook sharer, lazy bitch and three other people have all gone downstairs for a cigarette. They asked if I wanted to join them. I said it would probably be best if someone stayed in the office.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:22:22 am)

Mrs Dr GB as translator:
"I'd rather stick hot needles into my eyeballs than spend time in your company, fuckers"
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:23:31 am)

Sleepy:
Can that really be the underlying meaning?
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:24:04 am)

Sleepy:
Cushca - you are turning into me at the mill. That is not good. Run away. Run away.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:24:34 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
You have to look for the subtle nuances. It's very well hidden.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:24:35 am)

Cushca:
They were all guffawing and giggling as they skipped off. I feel like Tiny Tim.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:25:05 am)

Cushca:
Except I don't limp. Most of the time.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:25:22 am)

Sleepy:
Careful they don't try to saw your leg off when you're not looking Cushca. Just like the poster. No-one would admit to having your foot in their drawer.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:27:03 am)

Sleepy:
These are a sick people.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:27:32 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
When they come back, you know, if it happens before you retire, you should sit there looking utterly shellshocked, staring at the phone. They will ask what's wrong and you must look up as if woken from a daze. Keep muttering things like ... "It's too unreal...." and "...How can this be?".
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:27:53 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Just for summat to do, like.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:28:17 am)

Cushca:
I've spent the whole afternoon talking to Dawn French about murder.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:28:46 am)

Cushca:
Grisly unsolved murder.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:29:08 am)

Cushca:
I don't think she likes me.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:29:20 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Do you make her wear the Sleepy mask?
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:30:16 am)

Cushca:
She won't wear it. Bitch.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:30:47 am)

Cushca:
Will I have to use my ears tonight? It's just they're a little bit achy, that's all.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:31:08 am)

Sleepy:
I don't think so. You should be ok. Right then. I'm coming up to meet you now. See you soon. Au revoir Mrs Dr. See you soon too.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:33:19 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Blow my lips off! I'd forgotten the drums at the start of Every Day Is Like Sunday. Yum.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:37:56 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Bird: I have gone. I'm off to sit on the sofa and read heat until it's time to make dinner for Beardie. Ah. 1950s housewife.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:46:25 am)

Cushca:
OK so.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:46:55 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
"Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work weary people.Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper etc. and then run a dust cloth over the tables."
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:48:41 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
That's me, that is.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:48:47 am)

(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:49:29 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Now I must go. You've frightened me. Have fun tonight Bird, with your ears.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:53:05 am)

Cushca:
Thank you. And you.
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 11:57:37 am)

bela:
Cushca, going out tonight?
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 12:00:12 pm)

Cushca:
Yes. But I won't have to use my ears. You?
(Tue Dec 4, 2001 - 12:08:27 pm)