Quiet room...

[dulwichmum]

Hears Mr Batdog growling in bag - warning of freinds now present in Lounge.

Discretely removes pad, and new rejuvinated self slips from behind screen.

Remembers buzzing appliance in handbag, reaches in to turn it off.......

Mr Batdog!

[Keef]

*Walks in and waves to friends*

*Slumps in to lazyboy and wishes more than anything in the world that this room could be reality right now, rather than the souless hell that work has become!!!*

*Decides that drink might be the only way forward.....*

[CrystalClear]

No! Don't do it Keef!

[Keef]

*Hears Crystal's words, and thinks to self "Hypocritical git"* ;-)

*Suspects that Crystal can be encouraged to join in with drinking, muses that that might be what Crystal is afraid of....*

[CrystalClear]

no....never again.....never. Please!!!

[Keef]

*Smiles in self satisfied way, and congratulates self for leaving pub at half 7 last night and spending quiet night in with Mrs Keef*

[bagpuss78]

*Strolls in hands Crystal a Rum and coke (with a piece of lime)*

*wonders why crystal is not pleased with this offering!*

*looks over at keef with wry smile*

[CrystalClear]

*shakes uncontrollably*

[dulwichmum]

Mr Keef,

You are indeed an inspiration to all men of breeding I am sure.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Wobbles in feeling somewhat jaded and in need of comfort food and drink*

*Waves to all concerned and collapses in a heap in comfy chair*

*Leafs through slightly aged sports pages - I dont like sport I remember*

*Pours self a glass of Shiraz - waves bottle at pals - anybody?*

*Ahhhh*

[dulwichmum]

Pulls enormous duvets from capacious handbag and places one over Mr Mikewbate and one over Mr Crystal...

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Comatose and snug. Making noise like a russian tractor on freezing February morning - sorry folks*

[Keef]

*Walks in and looks around, wonders why the place is deserted.... Suspects everyone has been busy at work today*

*Since there's no one here, plays loud Guns N' Roses music through stereo*

*Air guitar solo*

[dulwichmum]

Walks demurely into room, spies Mr Keef playing air guitar, smiles to chum.

Sits down behind Japanese screen, applies electrode type pads from special facial exercise machine, turns on. Vibrates quietly in the corner.........

[TillieTrotter]

Ooh look. Roman baths! Wonder if I would need to bring my own asses milk!!

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Wakes up to Guns n' Roses, what sounds like whimpering coming from behind the Japanese screen and the place is full of lactating donkeys - get a grip people, this is a quiet room not the Glastonbury Festival*

*DM- I couldnt help notice from your blog that Ana's beau is being beastly to her Should we get a vigilante group together and have him flogged?*

[dulwichmum]

Dear Mr Mikewbate,

Violence is so - working class...

I think very soon Ana will be ready to move on to another relationship, so if I was you, I would slip a few of those lactating donkeys out by the back way later this evening!

You will be her perfect partner!

[Michael Palaeologus]

Her Majesty Queen Victoria's Empire was based on good British violence, still;

"Here you are Mrs Dobbin, have a carrot - now how to get you down the back stairs ....."

[dulwichmum]

Good man.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Ummm, D-M, Mrs Dobbin is, well, leaking. How do I stop it? Somewhat beyond my experience this*

[dulwichmum]

Dear Mr Mikewbate,

What makes you think that I have experience with lactating donkeys?

[Michael Palaeologus]

Clearly NOT donkeys as such - but you're a Mum and, and, and .....

"Mrs Dobbin, come on, mind the carpets"

[Keef]

* Walks in and almost slips on milky substance on floor*

*Clicks fingers Mary Poppins style, and the room is clean again*

*Wonders where everyone is, this used to be such a thriving happy place*

*Sits down alone, disappointed that DM wasn't here, as had hoped to tell her that it's great she's coming to CPT (in the real world) on April 13th*

*Walks out to balcony and gazes at beautiful view*

http://k43.pbase.com/u33/shaun_145/upload/21680895.jupiter_mercury_sunrise_r.jpg

*Sighs*

[mockney piers]

* starts painting mural on wall *

* makes odd sounds, hhmm, ahh, hwah hwah, shumpty doo *

* can you see what it is yet? *

[Keef]

*Backs Mockney up with wobble board*