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Post 1430. Saturday January 21

Sunday Scribblings 2

“See ‘ole Fred over there?” said Arthur placing his pint glass on the bar.

“That Fred or the other Fred? I asked nodding my head in their direction.

“ ‘im” said Arthur. “Fartin’ Fred, not Fred the Bread" 

There are two you see, one being a baker and the other..well, the name says it all!

“What about him?” I asked.

Arthur moved closer to whisper in my ear.

“Watch it Arf” I said. “Folks are gonna think we’re having a hit-n-miss!”

“What, against the bar? I know I have to dash to gents in an ‘urry sometimes but I’d never do it ‘ere!”

Arthur is none too hot at rhyming slang. I meant kiss not...well, you know!

“Well, you know about his...err... problem,” he said flapping his hand like a fan in front of his nose.”Went to see the doc yesterday  ‘e did, and the doc says he needs an enemy. How ‘aving enemies can 'elp I can't imagine. 

“Arf” I chuckled. “He needs an emema, not an enemy! Enema!”

“What’s the 'eck is one of them when it's at ‘ome?” he asked.

“Time to go home” I said, I giving Arthur peck on his cheek and a risky slap to Fartin’ Fred’s bum as I passed which set off one his signature ass-blasters.  I bet all that got the local gossip’s chins waggin’!

Today's given word at Sunday Scribblings 2 is enemies

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