General Chat

If you can lend me a couple of groats MO......I will take meself down to ye olde Marks and Sparks and get some undergarments.....

Smell......what smell.......I can't smell anything.....


sally the peasant....

btw my Gt.Grandfather came from Grottingham.....

I don't like the way that Uzzi is gawping at me swine.......just 'cos they're sneezing........hayfever.........time of year for it.....

sally the peasant

Born Mansfield, before that from Calverton ...

But my grandma's uncle once owned the pub on Canal Street in Worksop. Probably where Robin and the band used to refresh themselves after a long day's robbin.

I don't fancy being a landlady though. Although ... I could just bar the lot of you ...

And have you asked permission from the head hussy then Mo?
Me thinks not!
So 10% goes behind the bar in fines.

And trust that Janey to promote ersel.bad enough as crown trier she was.

10% behind the bar?

Hmm. Landlady may seem a better calling than Sheriff after all ...

yikes .... sorry Janey I think we know you lot ....( never married them ofcourse )

see Janey you are thinking bar lol


edits to say bar work is a family trait

Nooooo MO, don't go prostrating yerself on my behalf.......got plenty of oats to feed old Dobbin.......the horse.......its the groats I'm short of.....

......anyway......off to do something salubrious with a pigs trotter....

sally the peasant

them swine of Moonchilds .........

JaneyCanuck is invisible ...

I believe the Sheriff is entitled to oust the Innkeeper at will, so Sheriff sounds good ... for now ...

Ha!,first time for everything Janeycanuck.

Ha. Watch it, Viv. Invisibility, my specialty!

The Lady Sylvia is here


with new barrels of wine and ale ...... those dastards burnt the barrels and everything, so I've had to buy new.

That costs money, so methinks the price will go up a groat or two .................. unless I can attract a sleeping partner with money

oh I don't know, Little Mo


we seem to have attracted some new foo ................errr, customers


there will be food in a little while



once I have licked the bacon fat off my chin



roast leg of pig ............ wonder where that came from???? I found it in the bake shed.

no pork for you tonight!

..........runs back to hovel to count swine.....

sally the peasant...

MO.......old crone indeed........just because I have McCrones in me lineage doesn't make me one........I'm just a tad weatherbeaten.....

.......and I know you ply your trade in ye local olde inn ...... I have seen ye on many a night prostetrating yerself......and getting well paid for it....

yer the..........only Pro in the Village.....

sally the peasant....

Have to keep in with ye MO......after all ye offered me some oats and groats for underthings........still scratching after being sewn into me hopsack all winter........a nice soft pair of M & S knickerlings would help.......

.....had enough crackling......need a pint of good ale and some pork scratchings.....

How's trade tonight........and where is ye olde landlady.....

sally the peasant...

I would ahve you know that I have been slaving away in the yard.

That old pig that someone left needed lots doing to it.


There's tripe and pig's trotters.

I did think of roasting the head with an apple in its mouth, but couldn't find a decent apple.

Pork chops and sides of bacon smoking


'tis hard to do this butcherin'


xxxxx

Oh well, I will get back to my pigs then and put the cauldron on for some nettle tea........yaaaaawn.......

.....a pint of Sylvia's brew would have helped me sleep.....

sally the peasant.....

here's the tankards of brew


on the house as this is the first night in the new Ye Olde Inne