Time for another great Gransnet story!

And I can’t let it go.....”Let it go? “ Cried our hero incredulously “I must escape this frozen river before......

.... I turn into Elsa and am magicked into Arendelle with Olaf & Sven and disappear into the Enchanted Forest

But was it enchanted or was it disenchanted...

I was the star in a children’s story many years ago, the details escape me, but something about tails and legs.
But now I am no longer young and beautiful. The years have not been kind....,

Got to bookmark here and say “Who was that Shakespeare anyway?”
Carry on Gransnetters.

Haha what a great lot you are. That’s the spirit. Knew our generation could cut it.

....The years have not been kind to me, he sobbed, tears running down his straggling beard, it's not my fault - it's that crazy...

veiled woman and her St Bernards. "I have loved her for so many years, but I have never

told her of my passion. She hardly knows I exist, she loves only those b****y St Bernards. When I see her I swoon and....

...have to be revived with smelling salts, but I’ve heard they are no longer being manufactured, the SS factory has been converted to hand sanitiser only.

But it is ok because I have not showered for a week or two so I will just have a sniff under my arm pit.......Ooooh that's revived me! Now I can..........

Smell a Saturday morning fry up going on somewhere so I'll follow my nose and seè if someone can spare a sausage

It’s the little cafe round the corner, sadly no longer able to go in and enjoy a full English, but whoopee... they are serving takeaways through a little food hatch.

But as he bit into the biggest sausage he had ever seen he heard the distant sound of

Howling wolves. Turns around he saw the pack running towards him, tongues hanging out ....

all of them desperate for his sausage, he turned and ran......

fearing his impending demise. But, what is this? The howling scourge isn't after him, but rather as heard the corner shop is throwing pasties to all takers.

The shop is having to close, and rather than waste the pasties are giving them away. A wonderful gesture, but only the vegetarian ones were left, this did not please the wolves who wanted the beef steak ones really.

This was solved when the shop door opened and a tray of sausage rolls were thrown out........the wolves fell on them until one of the more 'woke' wolves declared "I hope these are organic????" Unfortunately this meant that ................

A heated exchange began between the (mainly) younger and older wolves.
“Oh, for goodness sake, this is a time of crisis! Who cares if they are organic or not, as long as we can eat something? If you are so blooming fussy, get to the back of the queue!

This seemed to silence the younger wolves who happily ate more than their fair share of the sausage rolls while our hero consumed his sausage. Feeling content he was thinking how much he would like to have a little lie down, but by now every door in the town was shut and signs were displayed "Closed due to

the Virus. Meantime the veiled lady got in touch with the hero who had admired her from afar, and in a desperate gesture he lifted her veil and saw...

She rang her ex lover from the psychiatric unit.

.........and saw that she was not a 'she' but a 'he'
Horrified he turned on his heels and ran away as fast as he could. Eventually he found himself in a large supermarket and thought I'll have a stock up whilst I'm here but........

Stock up with what? The store was devoid of all essential stuff, all that was left was apricot jam, cod liver oil and the Financial Times.