Inside the hostelry the three ladies are gathered around a large bubbling pot. Each is clutching an unfortunate creature - Prada the Toad, Zara the Bat and Primark the Newt. "So" quoth Dulwichmum, her nose mole wobbling alarmingly, "who brought the sharp knife for the removal of eye, tongue and tail respectively? Hmmmm?". "Not me" ejaculated Louisa, "but I do have a sharp tongue which will do the job nicely, and there's no mistakin'" "Thith pot, how come its bubblng? There'th no water in these partth" slurred Asset through her raggle-taggle dentistry, she was wearing in a new top set for a friend. "We improvised, we dont like water do we, just think of what happened to our sister in the West" said Dulwichmum, "Too right" said Louise "their Forum is crap - no sense of humour". Dulwichmum looked a little shifty. Outside the pub a by-now 11 month pregnant Lithuanian (or Latvian?) au pair stands shivering in the frosty shadows, the dim light creeps through the EDT windows. Overwhelmed by hunger and the need to play table-football she creeps closer, peers through door, sees the aged crones gathered around the bubbling pot and wonders what ever happened to he ED WI?. This having fought her way through the dozen smokers polluting the atmosphere outside the pub and tripping over numerous scabby pine sapplings that have mysteriously sprouted around the Tavern. Dulwichmum spies the Unfortunate and beckons to her, using a beautifully manicured talon, "Come here my sweet, we would like to invite you for supper, quite literally". Poor Ana flees into the dark and polar night. Meanwhile .....