Seven Spring Street, Serena Smith slumbers serenely, snores slightly. Simon stirs, snuffles, still sleeps.
Next-door, naughty nightied Norma Norris nuzzles naked Norman; nudge-nudge!
Serena stirs, stretches; Simon still sleeps, shifts slightly.
Serena slipper-steps sideways silently, soaks, showers, sings sadly, softly; Sunday sunshine shines strongly.
Brown-brick bungalowed Bertie Brannigan breakfasts, belligerent, blue-faced. “Bloody bins banging, beagles barking; blasted brats! Bugger!”
Simon Smith stirs, stretches, shits, showers, shaves, slips-on shorts, slacks, socks, shoes, soccer-shirt, slams screen, strolls somewhere. Serena sighs.
Serena’s siblings smile sadly, shrug sympathetically, simultaneously; Sarah says Simon’s selfishly shitty.
Jennifer Jones jogs jauntily, jugs jiggling.
Sleazy Simon Smith stares steadily, smirks salaciously.
Churchbells chime, churchgoing children cycle, chattering cheerfully.
Roundy Reverend Robinson rests, rubs rope, resumes rapid ringing.
Sally Sanderson slips-on simple, sexy, silk skirt; she’s seeing Simon secretly. She shines shoes, slaps suncream, sends Sally-Sue Sunday-schoolwards. Simon slips-in side-gate silently, scratching slightly suspicious sore.
Mandy Morris makes mojitos, mixing Morgan, muddler-mashing mint. Mmmmm!
Serena suspects Sally sometimes; she sniffles, smiles sadly. Still, Saturday she’ll shag Sandra’s sexy Spanish schoolteacher, Silvio. Sod Simon!
Bong, bong, bloody bells! Belligerent Bertie Brannigan breaks, bashes bin-banging boys, brutally batters Brenda. Brenda’s badly bruised, bewildered.
Down Dingly-dell, David Dawson destroys daisies, dandelions, digs double drills; dreaming damsons, dill, dates, dewberries.
Alfie Anderson’s allotment’s amazing; all artichokes, avocados, asparagus and aubergines. Awesome!
Patrick Parkinson peruses papers; “piffle, poppycock! Petrina, pour port, please!”
Petrina Parkinson pours perfectly; Patrick’s pretty pleased, pats Petrina’s puppies’ pelts playfully.
Mandy mutters, makes more Morgan-mix mojitos.
Passing patrolling policeman plods, peers; presses pager.
Bullhorn blares, Brenda’s bleeding, bawling; Bertie blusters.
Angled against Alfie Anderson’s Austin Allegro, Andy asks again, angrily.
“Sandra, still staying? Sure?”
Sandra sulks, sobs.
Andy ambles away awkwardly.
Serena’s step-daughter Sandra stumbles, stilettoed, short-skirted, slams screen. She’ll stay, surely; suburban Spring Street simply suits Sandra Smith, strangely.
Next-door, naughty nightied Norma Norris nuzzles naked Norman; nudge-nudge!
Serena stirs, stretches; Simon still sleeps, shifts slightly.
Serena slipper-steps sideways silently, soaks, showers, sings sadly, softly; Sunday sunshine shines strongly.
Brown-brick bungalowed Bertie Brannigan breakfasts, belligerent, blue-faced. “Bloody bins banging, beagles barking; blasted brats! Bugger!”
Simon Smith stirs, stretches, shits, showers, shaves, slips-on shorts, slacks, socks, shoes, soccer-shirt, slams screen, strolls somewhere. Serena sighs.
Serena’s siblings smile sadly, shrug sympathetically, simultaneously; Sarah says Simon’s selfishly shitty.
Jennifer Jones jogs jauntily, jugs jiggling.
Sleazy Simon Smith stares steadily, smirks salaciously.
Churchbells chime, churchgoing children cycle, chattering cheerfully.
Roundy Reverend Robinson rests, rubs rope, resumes rapid ringing.
Sally Sanderson slips-on simple, sexy, silk skirt; she’s seeing Simon secretly. She shines shoes, slaps suncream, sends Sally-Sue Sunday-schoolwards. Simon slips-in side-gate silently, scratching slightly suspicious sore.
Mandy Morris makes mojitos, mixing Morgan, muddler-mashing mint. Mmmmm!
Serena suspects Sally sometimes; she sniffles, smiles sadly. Still, Saturday she’ll shag Sandra’s sexy Spanish schoolteacher, Silvio. Sod Simon!
Bong, bong, bloody bells! Belligerent Bertie Brannigan breaks, bashes bin-banging boys, brutally batters Brenda. Brenda’s badly bruised, bewildered.
Down Dingly-dell, David Dawson destroys daisies, dandelions, digs double drills; dreaming damsons, dill, dates, dewberries.
Alfie Anderson’s allotment’s amazing; all artichokes, avocados, asparagus and aubergines. Awesome!
Patrick Parkinson peruses papers; “piffle, poppycock! Petrina, pour port, please!”
Petrina Parkinson pours perfectly; Patrick’s pretty pleased, pats Petrina’s puppies’ pelts playfully.
Mandy mutters, makes more Morgan-mix mojitos.
Passing patrolling policeman plods, peers; presses pager.
Bullhorn blares, Brenda’s bleeding, bawling; Bertie blusters.
Angled against Alfie Anderson’s Austin Allegro, Andy asks again, angrily.
“Sandra, still staying? Sure?”
Sandra sulks, sobs.
Andy ambles away awkwardly.
Serena’s step-daughter Sandra stumbles, stilettoed, short-skirted, slams screen. She’ll stay, surely; suburban Spring Street simply suits Sandra Smith, strangely.
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