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Friday Morning!

"Sugar!" said Kitty coming in from the wind, "Those people have it in for me." The wind had blown her hair astray.
"Who?" asked Phyliss busy cutting merrily into pink fabric.
"Not sure which minority!" spat out Kitty furiusly, "All of a sudden they want to be my relations. I'm not Romany, not by blood, nor by marriage, and I don't care if my ex-husband married one, and she's not satisfied. I'm not their relation. I'm not Gewish, I'm not Bitler's daughter either - they bullied me about that years ago. Nasty lot some of them. Nor am I from Northen Ireland, or from Southern Ireland, just someone whose foster parents were there for a few years... I'm not Italian, nor do I believe in one world philosophy, I prefer my own nation, and I'm not ashamed! I have my own family. It's enough!"

"Good grief, why would they say such a thing?"
"I've come to believe they would say and do anything. I even had a lot of excessively tall men in town asking me if I'd had a letter from the Queen as she was expecting an answer. Of course not! Then my eyes went peculiar and they faded from view along with most of the street. Not easy."
"Calm down!" instructed Phyliss quietly, "Take a deep breath! Is it fun when men vanish?"

"I can't," said Kitty whipping off her trench coat, and coming out in her purple leggings. "I'm out of the closet. I'm never going to stop talking about it. Where I live there's a woman upstairs entertaining late at night, and she's got them calling her by my name!"
"Bitch!" said Phyliss, "That's a bad one!"
"I've heard her letting him in and out! Oh Kitty, Kitty! I love you so much Kitty!"
"Then there's someone who comes around in a car sometime after dusk, and it's said he comes round for me. However he never rings my doorbell!"
"I bet it's for the flousy upstairs!" laughed Phyliss.

"Do you like my jewelry?" asked Kitty twirling around in her leggings. The jewelry clippped onto her leggings and eggazarated the line of her legs.
"Yeah, nice," said Phyliss watching the charms softly rise and fall. "Never seen it done like that before."
"Talk of accessorizing at college, and I thought this would do!" Kitty admitted, "Then I might give some to Leggings!"
"If you don't she's likely to eat you!" Phyliss returned.
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Phyliss was still grinning at the thought when Leggings came in, her hair blown about and half out of the fish plait she had made at the side.

"Kitty!" I called out, nodding to Phyliss on the way to the coat hanger. "Have you heard the latest? The Romany King is supposed to have left you the Romany throne! Apparently you were married to him!"
"I was not!" yelled Kitty, "Who the hell were you talking too?"
Phyliss put down the scissors and cracked up.
"It's just that..." I began searching for an explanation.
"I went out with this guy twice, and I didn't like him enough. That's all. So I didn't go out again. I suppose you mean him?"
"Cool!" said Phyliss, who couldn't keep herself from giggling. "Now I've heard it all."
"And if he did, which I doubt, as he wasn't stupid," said Kitty less stressed, "I've never seen the will."

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"Nice leggings!" I said watching the bits at the side with interest. "Why the romany culture touch?"
"Don't you dare start on me...." wailed Kitty furiously, "I'm off to college, it's the project!"
She put on her coat and raced off out into the wind.

Phyliss laughed at my expression. "She's very explosive today. She was going to offer you the legging jewelry!"
"Oh, that's fun," I said quietly, trying to keep my expression from slipping. "There's some on the pair you gave me for my birthday."
"Yeah, I need quiet, I'm working on a size 36, for a nice man with a lubbly cuddly girlfriend."
"Coffee?"
"Later. Paul called earlier. Said would you meet him for one about five minutes ago. In the forum cafe."
My turn to grab my coat, and run! "See you!"
"Don't want to be you!"

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Monday lunchtime, I went for a spin on the bus, Bestgo's and nearby Boy's beckoned with tales of tankini's – I needed a new one, smaller size. In the stores the run up to chrstmas had started, the radio people were out making allegations about who had written this book online, and who or what was I?
A whole interview was broken up when I wandered by in Boys'on my way to my shocking pink tankini. Not bad for nearly 60!

The night before I'd been visiting Kitty and had heard their plotting regarding an old friend of hers. It was a pity they'd never got their heads together over all this – the fur would have flown then!

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An odd suspicion on evil – it always used to take other people's work. Did my poem “Deju Vu” on the Doctor's sites bring them in? Were they just so used to taking everything, that they bhave like sharks?

If so is this work of mine next?

For the attention of the television presenter last night, I'm not the 'b*tch of Norfolk, that honour belongs to the other side of this mess. I's stand up for Sir J. anyday...

I believe that 'person' was in the interview in Boys' and is quite astonishingly unlike me...

Thank God!