Sentence The Fiftyfourth
Daphne answered the phone on the fifth ring, managing to check caller id first: “Theresa, is everything all right, is it Maude,” she managed before Teri Somerville gave her tinkling laugh and reassured Daphne that, despite being rather tipsy after her Hen Night with the other members of the Famous Five, she was quite tickety-boo, indeed, having spent half-an-hour brushing the spaniel Drusilla's coat and giving her ears a good seeing to; all of which helped Daphne relax, although it did nothing to assuage her guilt over her several hours' dalliance with Hamish MacAlpine-Fandango that evening; Teri had pieced together from the accounts of the Five that they had been somewhere, seen someone, or someone else, had a glass of sherry, and maybe some Irn Bru, gone on to another somewhere, eventually being requested politely – but firmly – to go home, and had been chastised by a policeman for roaring out “I Belong To Glasgow” at the Guardsman on Night Patrol outside the Castle, much to his chagrin for he was a Weegie and thought they were deliberately poking fun at him; it seemed, explained Teri, that a fear of the scorn of Edinburgers had been inculcated into the poor man with his mother's milk and on through childhood, adolescence and was still deeply ingrained in him as a young adult (albeit one in uniform and armed with a rifle) and his distress culminated in him firing a shot into the air which – luckily for the Five – was a blank, but it brought senior officers running and the ladies were rounded up and interviewed by them, Special Branch, the Anti-Terrorism Squad and eventually officers from Police Scotland, which fortunately were Gordon and Goldy Brevity, so they were able to vouch for the Five, stand surety for them and have them released into my care – they're all sleeping it off now, so will be tickety-boo in the morning and in fine fettle for the Wedding; “well, Glory Be, “said Daphne – I was afraid they might have contracted
Helicobacter pylori in one of the dves they are known to frequent, along with sailors, helicopter pilots and motor-cyclists and not a few lap dancers, if my information is correct,” and Teri laughed, the
tinkling sound charming Daphne again and she thanked Theresa for her care and attention and wished her a fond “'Goodnight, Vienna,' as my old House Mater used to say after tucking us in and before switching off the light.”
Daphne answered the phone on the fifth ring, managing to check caller id first: “Theresa, is everything all right, is it Maude,” she managed before Teri Somerville gave her tinkling laugh and reassured Daphne that, despite being rather tipsy after her Hen Night with the other members of the Famous Five, she was quite tickety-boo, indeed, having spent half-an-hour brushing the spaniel Drusilla's coat and giving her ears a good seeing to; all of which helped Daphne relax, although it did nothing to assuage her guilt over her several hours' dalliance with Hamish MacAlpine-Fandango that evening; Teri had pieced together from the accounts of the Five that they had been somewhere, seen someone, or someone else, had a glass of sherry, and maybe some Irn Bru, gone on to another somewhere, eventually being requested politely – but firmly – to go home, and had been chastised by a policeman for roaring out “I Belong To Glasgow” at the Guardsman on Night Patrol outside the Castle, much to his chagrin for he was a Weegie and thought they were deliberately poking fun at him; it seemed, explained Teri, that a fear of the scorn of Edinburgers had been inculcated into the poor man with his mother's milk and on through childhood, adolescence and was still deeply ingrained in him as a young adult (albeit one in uniform and armed with a rifle) and his distress culminated in him firing a shot into the air which – luckily for the Five – was a blank, but it brought senior officers running and the ladies were rounded up and interviewed by them, Special Branch, the Anti-Terrorism Squad and eventually officers from Police Scotland, which fortunately were Gordon and Goldy Brevity, so they were able to vouch for the Five, stand surety for them and have them released into my care – they're all sleeping it off now, so will be tickety-boo in the morning and in fine fettle for the Wedding; “well, Glory Be, “said Daphne – I was afraid they might have contracted
Helicobacter pylori in one of the dves they are known to frequent, along with sailors, helicopter pilots and motor-cyclists and not a few lap dancers, if my information is correct,” and Teri laughed, the
tinkling sound charming Daphne again and she thanked Theresa for her care and attention and wished her a fond “'Goodnight, Vienna,' as my old House Mater used to say after tucking us in and before switching off the light.”
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