Mrs. Primsunday: Is this Heaven or the United states of Englandshire?
Honeysugar: I aint sure but is that where you sprung up from?
Mrs Primsunday: I don't know, I was having a dizzy spell during the stirring of the dough for some
Chelsea buns I was making for the Bath Set, or was that Bath Buns for the Chelsea Set? I can't
quite recall.
Honeysugar: Oh, I sure do recall. Rexie said she was sending someone back in replacement for her.
Mrs Primsunday: Sexy Rexy, the new scullery maid?
Honeysugar: Yes, if you like. She does wear rather tite leggings. We all do. We're into the health
kick over here.
Mrs Primsunday: Oh, I always consider that a challenge to my baking skills. I'll have you fattened
up in no time.
Honeysugar: We'll see what the plump set has got to say about that.
Mrs Primsunday: The plump?
Honeysugar: Of Plump Avenue.
Mrs Primsunday: I see, seems like my cakes mite not be out of place after all.
Honeysugar: I did have a cake once, only I did eight hours hoovering afterwards to burn the excess
off.
Mrs Primsunday: Any other takers for cakes?
Honeysugar: There's Doreen the dog walker. She stays kind of glamoros despite the dough. When
she's not strutting around with her poodle in her leggings and whiteboots she's running a marathon
which makes good her daily six donuts.
Mrs Primsunday: It seems the slimmer the person the more cakes they eat.
Honeysugar: Is often the case in this street.
Mrs Primsunday: Avenue.
Honeysugar: Oh, yes. Fat is certainly fuel for the jorney.
Mrs Primsunday: That's good. Is that your motto?
Honeysugar: No, its speak instead of eat. You'd be surprised the pounds I've lost just chatting away.
Mrs Primsunday: I guess you'd lose it on your jaw then.
Honeysugar: Yes, its finely defined, can't you see?
Mrs Primsunday: Its rather attractive.
Honeysugar: Only it would be. Fat chance I have when the feller I'm interested in has a penchant
for a double chin.
Mrs Primsunday: Where I come from its the men themselves that have the chin that the ladies
don't have a penchant for!