Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
Okay, hand over the prize. Mummy's back!
Welcome back! But shan't.
You don't got no respeck.
He can't give you back wot 'e aint got ! I snaffled it, I might even take it across to the Carab.... Carrib ........ karib......... That hot, sunny place on 'tother side of Puddle. Where there's parrots and orchids and fings and the female gender don't not wear a lot (moffs told me that).
Oh, just found out we're only going to Weymouth. Looks like a raincoat and fish'n'chips wiv a pint then.
Jolly good. That's just desserts for you then. Meanwhile I'll have the Prize back, thank you very much. Cheek!
Cor ! y'mean I gets dessert wiv me Fish'n'chips ? I do like a good jam rolley polley pud wiv custard. Which is wot you've got on yer face mate as yer just pinched the replica prize which just pied yer.
Nice to see ol' pointy stick back innit ?
Aww... it wouldn't be the same without her. As long as I can dodge quickly - as I did with your attempt to polley-axe me - then I'm fine.
Oh, by the way... you're supposed to eat jam rolley polley AFTER the fish and chips, not with it! Flippin' 'eck!
Typical males - always thinking of your stomachs. It's a good thing the prize crept away and is now with his mummy - safe and warm.
Oh okay, he can stay with you. But I'll have his safe. And all its lovely contents.
Oh, no - we spent all that. You can have the safe now that it's empty. Strange request, though.
Er, no. You missed the secret compartment. You only got away with the Monopoly money. Ah well, at least you have a Get Out Of Jail Free card.
Meanwhile I'm heading off for my hols with the real money. See you in a few weeks' time. Tara!
Have you seen the little marks on the upper left edge??? Try citron juice and a matchstick. All the money you have there I made in my absence from this forum in hard detail work. I get 10 percent on every coin and every banknote... If you agree, we have a deal!
Forgery? Gesine - I will have to tell the authorities. Unless we can make a deal...
Thats such a hard word. I call it creative art :)
There are many creative artists in prison. You won't feel alone.
Of course I won't feel alone! Prizey comes with me. And the money will be hidden until we are back. But
they have to catch me first.
Slippery little devil, aren't you?
Ok, something serious: Are you alright again? Has Prizey taken good care of you?
Gesine, thank you for asking. I'm still unwell. All sorts of things like poor balance and wierd tastes - I can't eat a lot of things I used to. My skin hurts (really odd). But I am a lot stronger, and I went to work for 5 hours yesterday. I will try to stay longer today, but if I get really tired, I just have to go.
And my poor son has been in hospital with kidney failure. He's okay and will be discharged today. I was too sick to drive to Brisbane to be with him, and so I have felt a lot of worry about him, too. I hope we stop having crises soon!
Because they couldn't tell me what virus I had - if it was a virus - I don't know how long I'm going to have symptoms. And I have chronic pain, and I have been taken off all anti-inflammatories because I had a stomach bleed from taking so much aspirin to ease my fever. So I am struggling with pain as well. I don't want to take narcotics.
Apart from that, I'm actually fine and I know I'm on the mend! LOL My workplace has been so supportive, and my staff have been so kind, visiting me in hospital, buying groceries for me when I was too sick, etc.
Now, about this prize...he's gone missing. I think Kevin has stolen him.
They have gone for holidays. I think, don't know where on has so many day of vacancies in the year...
It's good to hear that. But take something else against fever next time.
Yes, I've learned my lesson.
Now, do you think if we notify Interpol that they could get the prize back?
It's definitly worth an attempt. But I think we should start with Scotland Yard or MI5. Maybe the can sleuth the prize or Kevin.
Do we know where he went?
No, there wasn't any hint nor traces.