tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065300364042643121.post2299511887102486365..comments2008-07-26T21:28:00.661+01:00BLTPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06564846497205095201noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065300364042643121.post-39315701056341260152008-07-26T21:28:00.000+01:002008-07-26T21:28:00.000+01:00Brings back memories of my old next door neighbour - a stringy 13 year old girl (we called her nog until we realised the Christmas card was from "no.9"!) with a permanent snot moustache who would come round without a 'hello' and blurt out 'Can me mam borro three pound?'. Then as I fetched my wallet she would step inside, eye up the fruit bowl and add 'Can I av an orange?'. It looked like the only nourishment she got - perhaps we could put her in touch with your cheese salesman.Mr G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05125684354979529715noreply@blogger.com