Quiet room...

[mockney piers]

* Brings huge pile of fruit from inverness market and juicer *

* hmm, takes it to kitchen for pulping as they don't arf make a racket *

[Michael Palaeologus]

Anybody fancy Estonian pickled herring in mustard sauce....?

Thought not.

[Nero]

*eyes own v expensive dust gatherer, aka Jack Lalane (sp?) juicer guiltily*

*gets pint of Guinness and thinks it'll do me good*

*ponders nervously whether SeaCow peas will still be mushy later this evening*

[dulwichmum]

Slumps quietly in the corner on enormous luxurious chair, shivering with flu. Could someone please pass me a hot toddy? (whimper)

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Oh DM - no no no - offers old (and genuine) Estonian flu cure - soak your socks in vodka before putting them on and then go to bed... honestly. The Estonians are all a bit mad though - love them to bits, but barking - its the 22 hours of daylight I think*

[dulwichmum]

Tries to smile at Michael, but whimpers instead... Unable to lift hand in gesture of gratitude.

[Michael Palaeologus]

Swiftly soaks a pair of comfy socks in fine Viru Estonian vodka - slips them onto DMs feet - stands back awaiting miraculous cure .....

[Nero]

*Knits brow, wondering at serendipity of seeing actor who plays Charlie being spotted for first time ever in these parts, same actor who was killed off by fellow ED thesp Kate Ford*

*Sips fennel tea*

[Keef]

*Pulls DM's socks off and wrings them out in to a glass... Adds Red Bull*

[citizenED]

*pulls off own socks and wrings them out*

*adds Red Bull*

*....yuck!!*

*need some of that juice over here, Mockney...*

[Asset]

*tries the wringing of socks trick*

*astounded to find tequila gold pouring off*

*drinks heavily*

[dulwichmum]

Wakes from delirious dream, hot and soaked in perspiration ... or can that be alcohol and Red Bull I smell???

Thinks to self "My toes feel strangely sticky."

Whimpers "Pass the smelling salts Mr Keef, Michael appears to be sucking my socks..."

Passes out in a dramatic manner...

Thinks to self "Gosh I do look tiny today down there on that chaise," as my spirit leaves my body and floats around the room (I feel like death)

[Keef]

*Passes smelly salts to DM*

*Thinks "Hmm salt"*

*Nicks slices of lime from Mockney's fruit tray and heads towards Asset's socks* :)-D

[Asset]

*EEK*

[Asset]

*hurridley (?) squeezes socks to get more tequila*

*passes Keef a shot*

*lines another up for self*

*wonders if impending full moon is making everyone so narky*

[Jah Lush]

Good afternoon, just popped in for a group hug and little drinkypoo and you can put those smelly socks away because I've some of the finest Armagnac known to mankind. Anyone want a slurp?

[TillieTrotter]

*Oo Oo, over here Mr Lush*

*Stops jumping up and down like an excitable toddler and settles down with big bowl glass*

*Aaaaaah, Jah, you sure know how to make a girl happy*

*All I need now is a nice cigar!*

*Group Hug*

[Rolo Tomasi]

:)-D

[Asset]

*stops squeezing out socks*

*fills giant brandy glass to exactly the correct level a la a sommelier (?)*

*****group hug*****

[TillieTrotter]

*sighs with relief after ranting like a fishwife*

*equilibrium restored*

[dulwichmum]

Moan, sniff...

[TillieTrotter]

*hands over egyptian cotton hankie to DM*

*what you need is a nice glass of Mr Lush's brandy, will sort that cold out in a jiffy*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Hands DM a cool dampened towel for her brow. Prepares a hot tody and a glass of cocodamol. Hands them over*

*Mutters to self - "Where are James and Ana? The poor woman clearly needs to be in a sanatorium*

[citizenED]

*;-0*

[dulwichmum]

Thanks lovely Tilly with big smile. Graciously accepts cocodomol but looks suspiciously at Michael Paleontologist - thinks to self "Isn't the sanitorium the place where JR wanted to put Sue Ellen when she had been drinking too much?" Sobs...