Thankye all ya loves, and stuff. This ain't much but i works. 'ope ya like it!
After the morning rush it was clear to see that my Lady Trousers caused much more attention then I bargined for, but all is well when ya think of it. I don't even think that i'll 'ave ta open shop for the rest 'o them gentalmen. I got all Mista T's food all a set up on 'is tray and walked upstairs worry free of any sharpe edges, and snages.
"Evening, Mista T" I called as the door bell a jingled.
"Lovett" He greeted from his chair which was inconvinently faced away from me.
"So love, 'ow was the customers today"
"no one came up..."
"surly there must of. We had the most customers since very in history"
"No, I've been watching"
I set the tray down on his vanity table "Well, that's proboly why Mista T. They musta tought you was a creeper. Poor dearies look up to see a very pale man with messy hair a staring down on ya. I would'nt want to go get shaved either" I said pooring out his tea and fixing in the honey.
"Are you saying , that I should'nt watch outside"
" Maybe Mista T, but more importantly you should sleep"
" Sleep is for the weak"
" How bout I give you Toby's remedy"
" How bout.." Suddenly he stoped
"How bout wot?" I says turning around to see Sweeney looking quite blushy.
"Mista T?" Nope, he just kept blinking inta space.
"Mista T, are you listening ta me?" You could have an easier time talking to a wall.
"Mista T you might wanna shut ya mouth the are some pesky bugs about" Suddenly he shuck.
"Oh, must of... must of... thats a lovely outfit there ..." He said breathy.
I wanted to giggle like a lil girl I did, but I kept ma charm.
"'Er ya go Mista T here's ya lunchun" I says handing over his tray. I bent down to grab up his old tray to hear a groan.
"Somthin wrong, dear" He looked up at ma face in innocence
"No, notta thing" I smiled, and was about to walk outside when the idea hit me.
"Mista T, when you get done with ya lunchun can ya take ya laundry downstairs, and sweep the bakery it's awfully messy and I gotta go to the market? I mean, if you'll be so kind" I say as I batted ma eye lashes. He nodded absentmindedly, and I walked downstairs a whistleing.
When I got done preparing the pies, and washing the dishes; I went upstair to tell Sweeney I'd be off to the market, But when I opened the door he wasnt anywhere in sight.
"Mista T, were you go off ta?" I walked downstairs, and hurried off inta ma shop.
As I closed ma door and walked through the house I herd a splashing down in the washroom.
Wot in bloody 'ell was that? I creeped downstair to the washroom and pressed my ear to the door
" God All mighty how in the world does she do this!"
The fimiliar voice said in a gruff, and agitated way. I opened the door to reveal a fully soked and un 'appy looking barber of the name of Sweeny Todd.
"Mista T wot in the 'ell were ya doing in 'ere!" I exclaimed as he sat in the washtub surrounded by all his and mine clothes.
"I was trying to help with the burden of chores" He said through gritted teeth as he moved the clothes violently through the water.
"Love" he looked up as I nodded over to the washboard, "that might 'elp". He threw the last bit of his dry self into the water in total defeat.
"And, dear?"
"Hn..."
"Thanks for the 'elp!" And off I was to go to the market!
If yeh 'ave any ideas that would be hilarious i would be 'appy ta write, but if ya don't then i will just keep going wit wot i had. Review please!