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16 Aug 2008 2:43 AM

maisie was buying  a hat for the wedding, a real posh do, a marquee down in reading. her nephew, the groom, he was marrying for money. the hat must be real class, not tacky or funny. she,d been saving her wages, for the big day. from her as a cleaner with miserly pay, ... but she wasn,t to let her side down. her hat she,d make sure was the best  one in town. she,d heard all about this designer boutique. the hats in the  window looked expensive, but chic... still she would go in;; there was nothing to lose. there were  hundreds of hats, from which you could chose. she tried some with veils, and one with a feather;;;; the wedding was april-must think of the weather? a feather, when wet, might go soggy and droop. and then;; god forbid, ;;;god forbid, it could land in the soup;;; she picked up a beauty, it was made of brocade, an unusal colour, an aubergine shade? then wide brims and small brims,and one with trimmed withh fur? and when she looked in the mirror;;it just wasn,t her;; i,ll take it, she said but the price was a shock, that money could,ve bought two coats, and a frock. she was very renowned, for being  quite loud. but this time ;;;she,d make sure her nephew was pround;;;; when maisie turned up at the church like a queen, a lady stepped  out of a smart limousine, ;;;she looked at the woman but ignored her large frame;;; because the hat she had on was exactly the same...... they glared at each other, it would ruin their day, ...the other quests looked on dismay, if that wasn,t bad enough, worse was to come, .. the lady just happend to  be the brides mum;;;            cheers stelle

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