Time for another great Gransnet story!

They were wearing coats as well and in the panniers on each side were .....

...full of toilet paper.

but alas, no perforations ..........

Unlike the teabags on the windowsill. The first dog looked up at them and said...

Put the kettle on Fido

But it won’t fit me said Fido sadly

There was a knock on the door.

It was the milkman, but he only had UHT.

But very very fit. Forget the tea let's ....

Crack open the champagne!
?

Pretend you're Patrick Swayze and do some dirty dancing..

As long as I can be Baby, but I don’t want to be put in the corner.

Would out in the garden do?
Anyway, enough of that, my cherub.
Dance!

....to the music of time.
But, do we have much of that........,

We have all the time in the world.

But my love, my turtle dove.
You're 98 next week.

Aye, 98, but I’m on Viagra so still time to propagate. Talking of which I must get out into the vegetable patch and prepare the seed beds

Yes, well mind your dibber out there.
I must make a cake for great aunty Maud.

Great Aunt Maud was getting ready to celebrate her 93rd birthday. She was a sprightly old gal with bright piercing eyes and a wicked sense of humour. Still regularly attending line dance evenings, life art classes, campanology at her local church and tap dancing, she was in rude and robust good health. Until the morning of her birthday when disaster awaited her.

For he birthday she had requested to go skydiving strapped to an instructor. The weather .....

became windy and Great Aunt Maud and her instructor got blown clean into the next

....century. They landed in a strange land, devoid of vegetation and covered in a weird coloured sand. They shrugged off their straps and the instructor hoisted Aunt Maud onto his back and began the slow trek towards a distant building ...

A screeching sound from the building assaulted their ears, but a strangely exoctic scent wafted on the breeze.

They had landed in the Australian Outback and the screeching sounds were Australian gransnetters having a meetup, The exotic scent wafting on the air was

The odour of camels from the East on a nearby camel farm. Aha, thought Aunty Maud, after a couple of tinnies & a snag sarnie with the Grans let’s purloin a couple of camels and ......

Go walkabout with Neville