Quiet room...

[dulwichmum]

Darling annaj,

I should have known! I apologise. It is my own bad mind...

[dulwichmum]

Staggers into the quiet room and collapses onto chair - an exhausted emotional wreck...(sigh)

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Proffers stiff gin martini and broad shoulder.

[hayesgrover]

Make that two! And can I have your other shoulder?

[citizenED]

*arrives to the sweet sound of sobbing*

*rather surprised to find DM and PGC in tender embrace*

*touching of course, although feels uneasy*

*always believed DM was a saint untroubled by the vexation of everyday life*

*feels a sudden urge for a very stiff drink*

[dulwichmum]

Waaaaaaaail..................... (not in the manner of a cat or a pained animal you understand)

[hayesgrover]

There there, it'll all be fine... Don't you worry... Who's the glamourestest Mummy in Dulwich?

[dulwichmum]

Oh darling Hayesgrover, here, have a tissue. I feel so very saaaaaaaad.............. wail...................

Whispers "is my mascara running?"

[hayesgrover]

Just a little. Here, hold still...

*Dabs*

There, you're perfect again.

[dulwichmum]

You really are too kind ...(sob).

[citizenED]

*necking JD to elegant caterwauling*

*perfect Tues eve in QR*

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Mixes pitcher and offers other shoulder to Hayesgrover. Now then, DM, tell your aunty PGC all about it. A problem shared and all that.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Hello Chums - I am just back from Berlin - have a Schapps*

*Dulwichmum wassamatterden? Have a whole bottle of Schapps - that will cheer you up*

*Like the Lederhosen? They do go with my awesome shins I think*

[AllforNun]

Walks in, establishes force field, erects banners saying, "Nunhead my Nunhead" & "Grow some Dope, Plant a liberal", takes out WWII air raid siren and waits.

[dulwichmum]

Thanks PGC profusely, but is in such a state of nervous exhaustion cannot move mouth...

Smiles at Mr Palaeologus as he pops a straw into bottle of Schnapps, thinks to self - "lets get loaded".

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

Oh dear, DM, it must have been catastrophic. Were the last pair of Jimmy Choo's in the sale snatched before your very eyes? Never mind, just feast your eyes on the Bavarian Boy and remind yourself that at least sartorial elegance cannot be wrested from you.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Ah Alfornun, welcome, have a schnapps, the tin-hat looks a little silly. You can take it off in the Quiet Room, armour is only needed when DM is feelng frisky and has had Batdogs teeth sharepened*

[Keef]

*Walks in to buy a bag of liberal off of Allfornun*

[mockney piers]

* drags self in, shoulder first like one of Peter Lorre's finest frankenstein's servants *

* spies the kettle, gets a glass, adds honey, lemon, cloves and whisky *

* wraps self in blanket and hopes to sweat it all out [4th day of temperature waaaaah] *

* joins DM in a lupine howl of self pity *

* looks about pathetically in the hope that someone will make a nice salad out of that unusual looking luttuce plant, I've some top notch olive oil you know *

[Jah Lush]

*Just passing through when I smelt a liberal mixture. Sheesh! man that smells good. Pours a pint and a shot, sits next to Keef and offers to skin up*

*Damn! I've lowered the tone again*

[Peckhamgatecrasher]

MP, I think you'll find that lettuce-looking object is the bloomers poking out from MP's lederhosen. Feel free to work on it with olive oil if you wish, but I could offer you a bowl of steaming chicken broth, laced with brandy, as a cure-all instead.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Thats not lettuce - thats kraut - surprisingly emjoyable when pickled*

[Jah Lush]

*Realises there are people in here suffering*

*Slugs drinks down double quick*

*Places various bottles of Benylin and Nurse Nurse onto table with a note that says help yourselves and get well soon*

*leaves sharpish in fear of catch a similar lurgy*

[dulwichmum]

Whimpers beneath enormous Hungarian goose down duvet...

[hayesgrover]

Retrieves enormous Humgarian goose from bottom of duvet. There, you should be more comfortable now...