It was a chilly Saturday morning in Dinnington, my self and Mr Lewis had decided to go shopping. As we were about to avail ourselves of a Tesco trolley we saw the not fit for purpose deputy leader of RMBC; he told us he had come to get his wife some flowers. He went into the shop one way and came out another minus his wife’s flowers; Mr Lewis said he must be one of those secret shoppers.
Leaving the supermarket behind we thought we would have a stroll along the high street. Much to our surprise we came upon Sir Nutkin and his not fit for purpose entourage; and would you believe it the secret shopper was there. The ever amiable Mr Lewis gave a hearty hello Sir Nutkin what have you done with our half a million pounds. As I am sure you are aware Sir Nutkin is well known for his quick witted repartee; he immediately replied write to me with your question. Mr Lewis is nothing if not persistent, he pursued Sir Nutkin for an answer. This seemed to irritate Sir Nutkin, so I thought I would intervene. In an attempt to calm the situation I quietly approached the by now spooked Sir Nutkin; and asked him, when you stood up in the animal sanctuary and said you accepted completely the Casey report; you also told Pickles Gherkin that you agreed with his actions, why have you got not fit for purpose minions with you? Strange to say this seemed to enrage Nutkin even more.
Then a curious thing happened, a garden gnome came in by parachute declaring I am the Labour candidate for Dinnington. By this juncture Sir Nutkin had lost the plot; his tail was bristling as he told Mr Lewis, I have a secret number in my phone it goes direct to the pigs. Did this deter Mr Lewis? Not for a second so Sir Nutkin, the garden gnome and the not fit for purpose clowns took their balloons and left. Mr Lewis and I retired to the coffee shop. Sir Nutkin is probably sat up a tree some where cursing the day he came to town.