Crisis talks

I'd just run a bucket of bleach and hot water and was looking forward to dipping my nets this morning when the phone went. It was Ada Gringle in a right two and eight. The poor Woman was in tears. I couldn't get any sense out of her so I suggested we met in the Gypsy Cream cafe in twenty minutes. I only had time to pop some talcum powder in my Marigolds before I had to set off.

Twenty minutes later and I was sat in the Gypsy Cream. It was fair packed for a Wednesday and it wasn't until I ordered a pot of tea and a honey rusk that I found out why. Bessie Babcock who runs the Gypsy Cream was telling me that since they closed the Train Station the 'Railway Buffet Old Comrades Society' had started meeting there.

Well I asked one old man to move his pikestaff and I took a table in the window. I didn't have to wait long before Ada turned up at the door in a full length fur coat, headscarf and red wellingtons. 'Ada' I cried out, 'What on earth is the matter'.

'Lal, I've never been so embarrased in all my life.' It turns out she'd had a booking with her Palm Court Trio for a local Wedding only her agent Vera Titsall had given her the wrong address. 'You can't be blamed for that' I said whilst throwing her an old fashioned look.

'It's worse than that Lal, Only I'd been booked for the Wedding of the Vicars Daughter and the Naked ladies Choir had been booked for a stag do at the 'Cock and Trumpet', You know the Naked Ladies Choir? they're another client of Vera's, their tag line is Music to Millions and pleasure to the deaf. Well you can imagine the mess, There was I with my palm court trio in the snug at the Cock and Trumpet whilst the wedding party was subjected to the naked ladies singing 'She was only the fishmongers daughter but she'd lay on her back and shout Fillet!'

'I think I'd better order some more honey rusks'