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Continued..............


'Having a good boyfriend is like having a good bra: it's all about support!' (Mmmm, but once his rubber's perished, it might be time to look elsewhere....)



Marta sat in the kitchen, watching Amy piping words onto a cake. (One of their customers was planning to propose to his girlfriend through the medium of raspberry gateau.)

'I think you must be tired,' she observed. 'That says Marry Me, Fat Bird.'

'Ooops,' said Amy, expertly changing fat to fit, 'you're right, I'm knackered. I just can't concentrate on anything today.' She stood back to admire her adjustment. 'Not exactly romantic though is it, Marry Me, Fit Bird.'

'Apparently he runs a website for budgie breeders. She met him online.'

'That's disgusting.' Amy looked appalled. 'What kind of women actually like those?

'They're only tiny wee things.' said Marta, surprised, 'They're harmless!'

'No wonder,' said Amy closing her eyes, 'they're squashed into pants that are five sizes too small!'

Marta frowned, and then suddenly the mist of confusion cleared. 'I said budgie breeders, Amy, not smugglers....'