Only fools, horses and Mr Grigg

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So it's Mr Grigg's Big Birthday. He walks into the office to find his desk covered in balloons, cards, presents and a big Happy 60th banner.

He is overwhelmed by the surprise, which includes a large box from The Bristol Cider Shop, full of bottles, a polypin and rather nice looking chutney.

A little later he goes to the gents and comes back to find two young women dressed as police officers in his office.

He sits in his chair, leans forward and rubs his hands together and says: 'OK. So get on with it then.'

His secretary, behind them, shakes her head and waves her arms. Very slowly and with exaggerated mouthing, she mimes: 'No, they really are police officers.'

Sometimes I think I am married to Del Boy Trotter.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x





Comments

  1. English Rider23 June 2011 at 23:47

    So, did they take him away in handcuffs?

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  2. CountessLaurie24 June 2011 at 02:40

    HA HA HA HA!!! Poor Mr. Griggs. Embarrassed AND disappointed. Please wish him a happy day for me!

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  3. Pondside25 June 2011 at 01:43

    Was he able to make bail?....or did they give a seniors' discount?

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  4. A Heron's View26 June 2011 at 16:03

    So how is the Birthday Boy today after having mistaken two WPC's as being a pair of Stripograms !

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  5. Cheryl27 June 2011 at 08:37

    Oh Maddie that's too funny! I just don't get here often enough and it's always a treat when I do, which is why I had you top of mind when I needed to pass on an ward - this blog is definitely irresistibly sweet! Hope the award brings you even more readers, you can check it out on my blog - oh and a very happy birthday to Mr Griggs!

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