Quiet room...

[citizenED]

*I'm brewing up - following the George Orwell guidelines for a perfect cuppa*

*just warming the cups and opening the Petit Buerres*

*anyone fancy it?*

[mockney piers]

Ooh nice cup a cha

*pulls up deckchair, takes off galoshes and accepts nice warming cuppa*

[dulwichmum]

Oh thanks CitisenEd, fancy a garibaldi... er a cucumber sandwich?

[citizenED]

*cucumber sarnie, crusts cut orf; not quite my..er...cup of tea, DM*

*garibaldi; that's right up my street, yes please*

*pours tea, in a Royal Albert cup for you, DM*

*a Dennis the Menace mug for me*

*how do you take it, sir Piers*

[Jah Lush]

*Pops head in the door*

*Oooh! Tea, yes please*

*I'd be careful how you answer that last question Piers*

*I say, have you got any Earl Grey old bean?*

[citizenED]

*pass your mug over, Jah*

*the Earl Grey is stewing in the bone china teapot*

*don't like to ask, but how do you, ahem, take it?*

[mockney piers]

*earl grey, mm favourite*

not to strong with a tiny splash of milk please

*aaah, perfect start to the day*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Settles down to a nice skinny latte from Starbies*

*On a diet*

[Keef]

Whispers to Mockney, Earl Grey with Milk is so wrong!

[dulwichmum]

*Smiles knowingly (in agreement) at Mr Keef*

*Offers around a plate of confectionary.*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Do you know that they dont have Garibaldi biscuits in Italy?*

*How odd, this being the land of his birth and fame*

[dulwichmum]

Indeed, but they have super soft amaretti biscuits - and they are far superior to Garibaldi. Don't you agree dear heart? yum!

[Asset]

*thinks: Garibaldis are the dry ones with squashed flies in are they not?'*

*yuk*

*far too much tea drinking going on in here, what's happening?*

*hands round oatcakes and cheese*

*pours large glasses of red*

*DM will need a drink after all this Nesbitt discussion*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*I do indeed like the Amaretti biscuits*

*Try them crushed, scattered over vanilla ice cream with a smidge of Amaretto poured over in turn*

*Two recipes in one night - I am exhausted*

[dulwichmum]

*Wanders into quiet room wearing big fluffy bath robe*

*Walks behind Japanese screen and turns on enormous taps to fill great roll topped bath*

*Pours in generous amount of bubbles*

*Pops out from behind screen to fill glass of Champagne (cold Krug) from the bar*

*Turns on musical sound track to "The Mission" before slipping back behind screen*

*Sighs - "Thank God it is Friday"*

[Keef]

*Giggles to self, knowing that the CCTV camera behind the Japanese screen is now functional*

*Whistles innocently*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*TGIF indeed DM*

*May I join you?*

[dulwichmum]

*Small growling dog trots out from behind screen*

*Trots over to Mr Palaeologus's chair and piddles on the leg*

*Growls and sits down*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Even more in need of a bath now*

*Hotch up I'm coming in*

*Mind you DM, you are rather wrinkly - as a result of being in bath all night n doubt (he said, gallantly)*

*SPLOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

[dulwichmum]

*Walks into quiet room*

*Smiles to self at own environmental friendlyness (allowing au pair to use one's old bathwater) but is horrified by the scene...*

*Pulls distressed Ana from bath*

*Accidentally drops GHD hair straightening iron into bath...*

* Says "Oh dear and it is plugged in!"*

*Smiles broadly and orders dry white wine from the bar*

[citizenED]

*texts 999, asks for discreet ambulance service*

*mumbles something about water, electricity and one very frazzled MP*

*would give mouth-to-mouth myself, MP, but its against my religion*

*not to mention that you may have deserved it*

*joins DM for a white wine at bar*

[dulwichmum]

*Smiles and offers CitizenED and olive...*

*Covers eyes as nudey Mr Popadopolus is hauled from the bath by paramedics*

*Offers paramedics an olive*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*well trained these paramedics, I forgive you DM, you are clearly suffering from dementia*

*Can I have a Martini? S'cuse the nudity - I lost my clothes with my donkey a few weeks ago*

[dulwichmum]

*Smirks at Michael and orders him a Martini*

*Texts Ana (au pair) to bring along a dress from James's stag do wardrobe (at least I hope that is what it is for!) for Michael to wear*

*Offers Michael a bar snack (deep fried shredded Paecock beak)*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Marvellous, a frock*

*These scrahchings are a bit chewy mind*