Quiet room...

[Keef]

*Offers up a quick prayer for DM's soul*

*Gives DM a big hug, and welcomes her back in to the real world*

*Offers "hair of the dog".... Reassures DM that that is not to be taken literally, and that BatDog is safe and well*

[mockney piers]

* chuckles to self as last time spoke to crystal he was having his 'last' of the night at 8 *

* wonders if he'll make it to the photo meet *

* sympathises with poor DM, and offers lemongrass and milkthistle mango smoothie *

[bagpuss78]

*Smiles at mockney*

*overheard said phone call, was not a lie by crystal he just moved on to a different beverage and had many 'lasts' of them too*

[dulwichmum]

Thanks Bagpuss, takes big drink of latte, and enjoys bone breaking hug from Mr Keef! Wonders if Mr Mockneys concoction would taste better with vodka?

Looks around the room with happy feeling written all over face. Loves the company of friends!

[Polly D]

*Wipes DM's 'hard stool of repentance' up adn blames it on Batdog* (sorry DM, couldn't help myself, scatalogical humour an' all that)

*Hides Easter eggs in all the nooks and crannys*

[Huguenot]

*dances through with candy stripe trousers, floral waistcoat and straw boater*

*two-tone shoes flash through a tap-dance number worthy of gene kelly*

*attempts final flourish, trips on shoelace, staggers to recover but catches toe behind opposing ankle*

*one stagger... two stagger... and in the pool*

[Keef]

*Feels the love in the air*

*Rips Wednesday and Thursday off the calendar and shouts "Weekend starts here!!!!"*

*Realises this is the Quiet Room and sits down embarrassed*

[dulwichmum]

Leaps from chair dressed in floaty 1950's dancing dress and high heelies. Trips the light fantastic in the manner of Ginger Rogers meets a dying swan and leaps into the pool to join Huguenot.

[bagpuss78]

*Skips through...looking rather angelic!*

*Places daisy chain one by one on everyones heeds*

*takes deep breath and sings snow white stylee*

[Keef]

*Thinks "pool party, what a great idea"*

*Flicks switch and patio is flooded with disco lights, and 70's funky disco music*

*Stands behind pool-side bar in the manner of Tom Cruise in Cocktail*

*Scans the Quiet Room for an Elizabeth Shue lookalike....* >:D<

[Domitianus]

*Makes suspicious fiddling movements in corner whilst glancing about furtively*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Skips in, arms firmly by sides, kicking manically from the knee, clutching shillelagh and pint of Guiness, dressed in bright green outfit, a bowler hat with gold buckle and heavy black shoes*

*Top of the mornin' to ya! - Ah, its the afternoon, must be the large number of hours spent in the Crown Bar, Belfast last night*

*Discards Shillelagh, but not bowler hat and dives gracefully into the pool*

*Dee-dee, diddley, diddley, diddley, diddley, diddley - ad nauseum*

[bagpuss78]

*thinks to self, blimey quiet in here today*

[dulwichmum]

Wafts out from behind Japanese screen wearing pads from facial stimulator machine, smiles and hands Grande Latte to Bagpuss 78.

Returns to behind screen and plugs self back in...

[bagpuss78]

*smiles and winks at Dulwichmum*

*slurps latte in somewhat unladylike manner*

*thinks to self should really seek help for sambuca addiction, it's not big and it's not clever*

[Ant]

You ain't seen me, right?

*isn't here*

[bagpuss78]

*looks up from latte to see strange man looking a bit shifty uttering nonsense and tapping his nose*

[dulwichmum]

Hands enormous duvet to Mr Ant from behind Japanese screen, gives him a knowing smile as babies are such hard work.

[Ant]

*gives up*

*sits down*

*is no good at subterfuge*

*fancies some old-fashioned lemonade*

[Keef]

*Pops in and waves to everyone* *Hands Ant traditional lemonade, Bagpuss a shot glass full of her favourite sticky clear drink. Gives DM bone crushing Easter hug* *Waves goodbye and leaves for the pub*

[dulwichmum]

Sobs into hankey, says "I just love bone crushing hugs" - looks wistfully at empty handbag and thinks of Mr Batdog...

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Walks in feeling rather chipper, pours self a Westmalle Tripple and starts to nibble on a punnet of frites and mayonnaise*

*Anybody fancy a Belgian choccie?*

*Ambles over to DM and cant help joining her looking wistfully into her handbag*

*Its very VERY big in there .. hang on, is that a sonic screw-driver I spy?*

*Is DM really Dr Who in his/her latest manifestation? Which would mean that Batdog is K-9*

*There's a thought, time for a bollocken of Der Kooningen I think*

[dulwichmum]

Stares hard at Mr Mikewbates chocolates - in the manner of Paddington Bear.

Points to window and makes urgent gestures with hand...

As Mr Mikewbate rushes to the window, grabs Belgian choccies and rushes behind Japanese screen.

Emerges after several minutes - face stained with chocolate, thinks to self - I could be bulaemic but am far too greedy to purge!

Mouthes apology and gives grateful smile to Mr Mikewbate, realises teeth are brown, withdraws to bathroom with toothbrush.

[Michael Palaeologus]

No problem DM - plenty more were that came from!!

Fancy a Godiva Choccie egg?

[dulwichmum]

Stares hard at screen in the manner of Paddington Bear.

Wishes to self that Mr Mikewbate was serious!

DM