Isn't it funny I swear, even the ghost of Napoleon would die laughing
when people say to you your luck can change with the force of the wind?
but my nosey neighbours? two old ladies with nothing better to do well they never change
they are like the F.B.I and I'm talking the best part of nineteen years I've put up with them on this island
always worried about my weight and my clothes I could be a stick insect and they would still find something to offend me with
when I open the venice blinds they're hung out their windows dried up like prunes they're like old laundry that should've been taken in weeks ago
just staring down on me I swear I can feel them I can't help but look up I'm always polite though...
I always say ciao and in return they do the same only with fake smiles and to top it all like sweet cherries on a magnificent cheesecake made with cream of pistachio and chocolate
I open my emails each evening hoping for an email that isn't sent by me to me
there's nothing...
I still haven't received one from the thousand author house's that I send my poetry too on an hourly basis
offering me the amazing and exclusive book deal with a very generous cheque offered for my genius
I suspect Napoleon never had to put up with this shit did he?
Sounds like a great vacation but not from the neighbors. No matter how far one goes in this world one can not escape from gossip and the nosey. A little Napoleon brandy might help. A most fun read my friend.
You know dear Teddy, if I were you Iād be having a little fun with those neighbors. Give them something juicy to gossip about š. It is so hot here. Flaking out. Give my regards to Napoleon:)š¹
Here it's 37c you just can't breath at night oh I always show a little.leg and of course I've got a gorgeous Italian husband, i think they are just jealous, they don't much like the Brits š¤£ š thank you dear Cassie such a fun response. š
Perhaps the best thing to stop your snoopy neighbors is to send them some of your poetry. They'll like it and not know what to do or they'll be scared you'll write about them and start changing their ways. Win. Win. - Phil A.
Hello dearest Phil, I don't mind them really, they are just busy bodies giving them.my poetry well that would be punishment for them wouldn't it! Plus I'd have to translate into Italian and it just wouldn't be the same LoL thank you for coming by. š¹
Hey. You give their lives meaning. What more can one do? They should thank you for keeping them on their toes. Oh, your poetry. It's good enough for some American rags. However, I think it can do better than that. I believe you have talent. It's just that so many people are writing it today. Keep going. I've been published in a few magazines online and off. You can to.
Awe thank you dear Thoughtless, I wouldn't ever really imagine being published lol although I do send myself emails all the time. š¤£ Congratulations on yours my friend. š¹
Nosey and noisy always on the phone I suspect to eachother lol thank you dearest Melvin,I had a good chuckle writing this and it's even true the most emails I receive are from myself, I believe Napoleon did write love letters bit not to me š¤£ š¤£š¤£ š¹
I'm still laughing over your final line as as I write. Now what would Napolean do in a circumstance such as yours? Would he counter with something totaly unexpected? Allow that Teddy imagination run wild and give them something to really talk about. One day your genius will be recognized, perhaps when you put those two old biddies in their place and write an amazing poem about it. Loved this write! P.S. I'm still laughing.
Are you laughing because I send myself emails and they are the only ones I really ever receive? apart from the bank, the other day they reimbursed 3 euros to my account, and wrote me an email informing me š¤£ oh it's good to laugh, laugh away dearest Bella, warms my heart to know you enjoy my scribbles thank you. š š¹
I don't send myself emails, but I talk to myself all the time, that may be worse because I actually answer myself. Guess I meet myself coming and going. I'm laughing because you always brighten my day and make me smile!
lol thank you dearest Thomas, my sense of humour is a tool that has been in my favour my whole life š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£ so glad you felt it. Thank you dear Thomas š
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Good fun write Teddy, Back in the day those neighbours were the Facebook on the street.
Andy
lol I still don't have Facebook perhaps that's why. š¹
Sounds like a great vacation but not from the neighbors. No matter how far one goes in this world one can not escape from gossip and the nosey. A little Napoleon brandy might help. A most fun read my friend.
The grass is never greener is it, lol thank you dearest sorrenbarret, thank you for reading my waffling poetry. š¤£ I'll have a double. š
Noooo - trouble with the neighbours, Teddy? Unprecedented...!š šš¤£
Irony you say.....?
They're just silly old bags and who really cares? LoL thank you dear Dave. š š¤£
You know dear Teddy, if I were you Iād be having a little fun with those neighbors. Give them something juicy to gossip about š. It is so hot here. Flaking out. Give my regards to Napoleon:)š¹
Here it's 37c you just can't breath at night oh I always show a little.leg and of course I've got a gorgeous Italian husband, i think they are just jealous, they don't much like the Brits š¤£ š thank you dear Cassie such a fun response. š
Perhaps the best thing to stop your snoopy neighbors is to send them some of your poetry. They'll like it and not know what to do or they'll be scared you'll write about them and start changing their ways. Win. Win. - Phil A.
Hello dearest Phil, I don't mind them really, they are just busy bodies giving them.my poetry well that would be punishment for them wouldn't it! Plus I'd have to translate into Italian and it just wouldn't be the same LoL thank you for coming by. š¹
Hey. You give their lives meaning. What more can one do? They should thank you for keeping them on their toes. Oh, your poetry. It's good enough for some American rags. However, I think it can do better than that. I believe you have talent. It's just that so many people are writing it today. Keep going. I've been published in a few magazines online and off. You can to.
Awe thank you dear Thoughtless, I wouldn't ever really imagine being published lol although I do send myself emails all the time. š¤£ Congratulations on yours my friend. š¹
but Napeoleon didn't have a gift for poetry, did he Teddy.
a fun read.
am sure my nosey neighbours would enjoy such words.
they seem more involved when I come with a takeaway!
Nosey and noisy always on the phone I suspect to eachother lol thank you dearest Melvin,I had a good chuckle writing this and it's even true the most emails I receive are from myself, I believe Napoleon did write love letters bit not to me š¤£ š¤£š¤£ š¹
I'm still laughing over your final line as as I write. Now what would Napolean do in a circumstance such as yours? Would he counter with something totaly unexpected? Allow that Teddy imagination run wild and give them something to really talk about. One day your genius will be recognized, perhaps when you put those two old biddies in their place and write an amazing poem about it. Loved this write! P.S. I'm still laughing.
Are you laughing because I send myself emails and they are the only ones I really ever receive? apart from the bank, the other day they reimbursed 3 euros to my account, and wrote me an email informing me š¤£ oh it's good to laugh, laugh away dearest Bella, warms my heart to know you enjoy my scribbles thank you. š š¹
I don't send myself emails, but I talk to myself all the time, that may be worse because I actually answer myself. Guess I meet myself coming and going. I'm laughing because you always brighten my day and make me smile!
Dearest Bella LoL š
Superb work, Teddy. You have a great sense of humor. You are fantastic.
lol thank you dearest Thomas, my sense of humour is a tool that has been in my favour my whole life š¤£š¤£š¤£š¤£ so glad you felt it. Thank you dear Thomas š
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