Quiet room...

[Moos]

*Plops onto sofa, and puts up feet before discovering there are no sofas in the Quiet Room and crashing noisily to the floor*

:-$ Sorry. Not my weekend.

[SteveT]

Muffled ouch! Trips over Moos white stick.

[KalamityKel]

funny looking stick :|

[SteveT]

Anyone who cannot see something as large as a sofa really needs a white stick ;-)

[Moos]

I can see sofas. I just can't see non-sofas.

It really wasn't my weekend.

*prods Steve in sensitive spot with white stick*

[KalamityKel]

he cant feel anything there :p

[Moos]

Gosh, really, Kal? That's tragic, poor poor Steve. I take back all the mean and nasty things that other people were saying about him the other day, and I happened to overhear.

[KalamityKel]

:)) hehe!

[SteveT]

I am listening now I have borrowed an ear trumpet, so there :p

[KalamityKel]

*sits sipping orrible tea that her colleague made her willing the fone NOT to ring whilst chuckling at the goings on in inbox*

[Moos]

I like the Quiet Room, I shall move in here and adopt a lifestyle of meditation and peace.

*dumps rucksack*

[SteveT]

Shhhhhhh.......

old man looks round, grumbling about thoughtless people wantonly discarding bags containing mooslets,

about the place.

That child should be tucked up in bed at this late hour, it's nearly dark.

[Moos]

*slinks off bearing rucksack in which can be spied highly awake mooslet (now a biped, by the way)*

I would have got away with it if it hadn't been for that pesky kid.

[SteveT]

cut two large holes in the floor of said sack to allow mooslet to visit old people with empty cap held out travelling hopefully the little one catches eye of grumpy old man and smiles. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah says old man feeling into his pocket for threepenny bit, can only find pound coin it is not as valuable but instructs mooslet to buy an ernie bond because you never know.

Mooslet totters back to mother moos, who quickly empties the hat into purse and sends her little asset to next grumpy sucker.

[Moos]

Naughty moosling, told you before about chatting up old men.

[KalamityKel]

*sneaks through room trying not to make too much noise with the stuff she's just nicked from the back of the film crews van*

[KalamityKel]

*peeks in room wondering is Jah is in here*

*mutters something about "29 a few times" indeed!* grrrrr (6)

[Moos]

*waves lazy hand from corner*

Hey, Kel. Did you get your invite, too?

[dulwichmum]

I want an invitation ... (sigh)

[SeanMacGabhann]

* thinks to self "I haven't been in the quiet room since last year *

* wonders how many of the "new breed" frequent the place *

.....

* cautiously opens the door behind the fireplace (they won't know about that, I'll be fine) *

* blimey! this place is different... and yet... comfortingly familiar. I can see DulwichMum!!! *

* wishes he could more than "see" her * sigh..........

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Wanders in clutching a card-board cut out of a donkey and a bottle of milk*

*WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??*

[Moos]

Hey, Lord McG, don't get all sniffy, we newbies need quiet too.

*folds arms and raises eyebrow*

[SeanMacGabhann]

* assumes the Lord reference was sardonic and not reverential *

* wonders where the "sniffy" reference came from - I like the new arrivals since my last visit *

* still, a sternly scornful woman with arms folded and a raised eyebrow is always welcome *

* goes to fix some cocktails *

[Moos]

*unfolds arms and blushes, maybe was a bit defensive*

Thanks for the Mojito, yum.

[SeanMacGabhann]

* turns diplomacy switch off *

(realises that's the first time he's done that since he last spoke with quids)

still, I'm in good company now

* tell me, moos; are you as worried by the cardboard donkey as paraded by Michael as I am? Could be worse - it used to be real *