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Peeps through the keyhole, noticed that the bottle of port was empty,Michael was stumbling about looking for the

door through glazed eyes,hughnot stirs slightly but turns over cuddling the bolster with a smile on his face,the most peaceful his been this year, whats he been upto sly old dog i think. moos is still asleep. and citizen is asleep

again with the racing paper over his head.

Michael has found the coffee, good I think in ten minutes he,ll be asleep. and it will be quiet again.

Climb out of swimming pool, wasnt expecting that,ruined my moccasins.

I shouldnt have drugged the coffee,moos is a bit fiery better avoid her.

Leaves out a cream doughnut for Citizen Ed, and a Glinfiddich whiskey,walks over to a fast asleep Hughnot and brushes his fez, while putting it back takes a quick shufty at his stocks and shares paper and notice what he has ringed with his pen,chuckles quietly and nips over to see what horse Cit Ed has underlined,leaves quietly slipping past moos and hope she didnt notice me Wild thing she is,

  • 3 weeks later...

Karter and Micharl seem very secretive,hiding things,walk and casually walk past,slip over a book left on the floor

and bang my head on the wall.

That sounded a bit hollow, tap down the wall and there is a split in it.

Look through ,crafty buggers. its a secret room.

Theres people in there, through a dimly lit smokey room, Ican just make out for people playing poker.

One looks like Quids. one eating a curry seems to be Michael P.who the others are I cant make out.

Are there twins in this place I wonder.

I feel dizzy got to sit down.

  • 2 months later...
  • 2 weeks later...

*Tiptoes in, trying to avoid scuffing the parquet floor with the cleats of cycling shoes, having just averaged 57mph through the dog walkers and pedestrians of Dulwich park.

Notices Mockney's innovation of a trained drink-dispensing monkey and orders usual pint of absinthe and carrot juice. Squints suspiciously at jar of runner bean marmalade on mantlepiece, opens lid and takes tentative sniff- not too bad, but hard to tell where marmalade ends and mould begins. Samples a spoonful, splutters and bellows:


"MONKEY, WHERE'S THAT BLOODY DRINK? BRING IT IMMEDIATELY OR GET A DAMN GOOD SLAP!"


General grunting and harumphing follows. Looks around and, embarrassed, sinks back into armchair. Deduces from disapproving glares that it must be bad form to threaten to spank another fellows monkey in the Quiet Room.*

  • 3 weeks later...

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