Quiet room...

[Keef]

*Walks in wearing fetching surgical mask so as to avoid catching Bagpuss' evil desease*

*Pours cream soda, and forgets surgical mask... Drat!*

*Nips behind DM's screen and changes in to dry clothes*

[bagpuss78]

*wonders why ant and keef are wearing outfits similar to those blokes in ET*

*waves over to them frantically, I can't help it if i got the lurgie :'(*

[Ant]

*can't hear bagpuss through the envirosuit's plastic helmet/hood/mask combo*

[Keef]

*Looks at Ant and remembers that scene in Back to the future..... This leads to thoughts of Elizabeth Shue..... Mmmmm, Elizabeth Shue*

*Snaps out of reverie, sits in lazyboy and puts feet up*

*Wonders if Bagpuss will be in the pub tonight despite lurgie*

[bagpuss78]

*bagpuss laughs as big tray of ants favourite foods arrive but unfortunatly he has a helmet/hood/mask combo on so can't enjoy these pleasures today*

*mwah ha ha ha ha*

[bagpuss78]

*bagpuss thinks to self that she should save herself for the weekend, she is really quite poorly, but will be hoping that keefs team win tonight*

[Ant]

*looks miserable as said mystery favourite food mashes onto the mask, mere inches from his mouth and yet so, so far away from being eaten*

[Keef]

*Having read Bagpuss' thought, smiles towards her, and thinks to self, so do I, but not mega confident....*

[dulwichmum]

Totters into quiet room wearing enormous white rimmed designer sunglasses, white jeans, silky Chloe top with shoe string straps and very high - high heels. Pushes sunglasses back into glossy hair, hands enormous Lemsip to Bagpuss78 and gives her a big kiss.

Takes enormous pile of magazines/grapes/tissues and a pillow from handbag and plonks on coffee table next to Bagpuss78.

Pulls chair next to Ms Bagpuss to read magazines.

Gives withering look to men wearing space suits. Eats Mr Ants lunch...

[Keef]

*Makes the Catherine Tate "Whatever" sign at DM in very childish way* ;-)

*Takes off mask and wheels buffet table in to room with selections of meats, breads, dips, juices, fruits and cream cakes... Offers to all*

[dulwichmum]

Laughs to self, as Max does "Whatever" sign at home to Freya, who has demonstrated the childish reply on more than one occasion "Loser";-).

Thinks "Hurrah" to self, as understands the young people and their special language...

Accepts large cream cake from Mr Keef.

[bagpuss78]

*downs lemsip...not sure the combination of drugs is helping the lurgie, but i do feel quite good right now...a little floaty....*

*asks keef to fling some chorizo this way....and a bitta ciabatta*

[Ant]

*spots a ketchup-dollop on DM's otherwise immaculate white jeans, but in unable to convey this information through his envirosuit*

[Keef]

Word DM, you're down with the kids! B)

[dulwichmum]

Oh hurrah!

Thinks: "Oh no, I have just shown my age"...

[Nero]

*Walks in gingerly, never having been to these parts before*

*Sees chance to set myself at ease by ingratiating myself with DM, saying "You don't have to worry abour your age, you look soooo young"*

*Relaxes somewhat, but still looks around self-consciously at plants, pictures and other nicknacks* Nero

[Nero]

*Walks in gingerly, never having been to these parts before*

*Sees chance to set myself at ease by ingratiating myself with DM, saying "You don't have to worry abour your age, you look soooo young"*

*Relaxes somewhat, but still looks around self-consciously at plants, pictures and other nicknacks*

[Nero]

*Acknowledges that I repeat myself when nervous* :-$ Nero

[bagpuss78]

*Pops back in....left vicks inhaler*

*nods hello to nero before popping off back to sick bed for yet another night of coughing*

*na night all*

[dulwichmum]

Smiles lovingly at Nero - admits to self, am a sucker for a compliment.

Texts Ana (au pair) to bring Grande Latte for Mr Nero.

[Mark]

walks in beaming like a Cheshire cat, hands everyone a glass of champagne and relaxes. Notices nails have been bitten rather a lot in the last couple of hours and sits there humming "You'll never walk alone to himself" awaiting Keefs imminent happy arrival.

[Keef]

*Runs in to room screaming "COME ON!!!"... realises that quiet room pals might not care about Liverpool beating Chelsea... who cares* COME ON!!!

[Mark]

*quietly joins Keef in the chant of "rayyyyneerrrrrrr, rayyynerrrrrrr"*

[dulwichmum]

Raises glass of champagne to chums. All is well, at 6.43 am!

[Mark]

raises a sleepy eyelid, then a glass to DM. Takes a sip of the magic continuously chilled and bubbling champagne then pulls Anfield duvet over head and returns to sleep