Ar, Missus Wotnoll, I be one o' they there workin' claases meself you. Born and bred wi'in a stones throw o' God's Wunnerful Railway and the old Slow and Dirty. Me Granfer were workin' the varm durin the day and watchin out vor Jerry by night.

Thee be puggled if thee think I be needing they nasty implaant things, you; I be 'appy wi' wat the Good Lord gave I, enough and a bit ver winter.

An' just because I be o' the married persuasion, bain't mean I be dead. Ifen ee got no money, ee can still go winder shoppin.

LTS