Quiet room...

[mockney piers]

* starts playing in sandpit, ooh look a seashell *

[Ant]

*wanders in, a bit goggle-eyed from wearing contact lenses that are not quite the right strength*

*reaches for a drink but misses*

*gets drink, raises drink, drains drink, refreshes drink, repeats*

[Bellenden Belle]

*floats in ..*

*bumps mid-air into DM*

*wishes warm congratualtions...*

****SPLAT***

*i appear to have landed on a sandcastle?*

[citizenED]

*flops onto lounger - takes sip of one of Keef's 'special' cocktails*

*eye starts twitching*

*gets out sketchpad; gets out pencils*

*takes stock.....then starts scribbling*

[mockney piers]

* supresses urge to take a peek over citizens shoulder at quiet room sketches *

* hopes he puts them up on a wall one day *

[dulwichmum]

Arrives back in Quiet Room after a hard days work. Hurrah, the weekend is here!

DM

[Keef]

*Walks in and pins note on wall saying "Sorry to the likes of Mockney for not coming and chatting to you last night... I had had far too many shots by that stage, and was scared to make the journey from where I was sitting to where you were! Oh, and BarryRoad, sorry for making you serve me drinks even though you weren't actully working!"*

*Reclines lazyboy and closes eyes* B)

[dulwichmum]

Sprays icy Evian type spritz spray over poor Keefs lovely face. Hands him large glass of fresh orange juice with ice cubes produced from emormous hand bag.

[Keef]

*Smiles at dulwichfairygodmother through sleepy eyes (I love freshly squeezed orange juice!)*

[citizenED]

*rummages in pocket*

*finds: golf tee (red plastic), two pound coin (plastic), pencil sharpener (metal)... oh, and ltr bottle on Absolut*

*now we're talking*

[dulwichmum]

Observes CitizenED and thinks to self "huge trousers them, I wonder if he has a predicament."

[SeanMacGabhann]

* draped in a quilt, wanders in to the room and plonks on sofa *

* no energy to drink even tea, so stares into the middle distance *

* wonders what on earth he was blabbering on about after making a late showing at EDT *

* groans and pulls quilt over head in embarrassment *

* decides that's no use to anyone so pops up to Hope & Greenwood and buys lots of chocolate for everyone *

* puts chocolate on table for anyone who enters *

[Keef]

*Walks in wishing I hadn't eaten bloody chicken and chips after the pub last night, and cursing the hour spent waiting by Dulwich Library for the stupid 176!* *Assures Sean that either he was talking coherently last night, or we were all too drunk to notice otherwise, so there's nothing to worry about* ;-) *Makes a nice cup of tea, and sits on DM's comfy armchair... Just until she gets here!*

[mockney piers]

* finally stumbles in assuring everyone they were making far more sense than he *

[dulwichmum]

Walks purposefully into Quiet room. Sits on Lazy boy chair and waves to chums. Pulls enormous Japanese screen around chair.

Takes out mirror from enormous handbag. Positions large white "Biore" strip carefully onto nose.

Takes laptop out of enormous handbag. Thinks to self - "work, work, work".

[BarryRoad]

Just plain passes out on the sofa.

[citizenED]

*for starter, devours far too many chocolates from Sean's extravagant selection*

*next, swigs cider from flaggon*

*moves on to family sized portion of chips*

*notices they are wrapped in 'yesterday's' paper*

*is that really Mockney's photo of DM?*

[dulwichmum]

Stands up and looks in full length mirror - notices that the Boire strip is still on nose.

Pulls off white strip - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hides behind screen for the rest of life...

[SeanMacGabhann]

The Adam Ant look will never be out of fashion DM

(partly because it was never in but still..)

** you could have left me the mint chocolate CitizenED **

* is it really Monday night ? sigh... *

[Huguenot]

*Well fug me, the Quiet Room looks just the same in Singapore as it does in Blighty*

*Wonders at quirk of existentialism that allows everything to appear exactly the same despite potential perspective issue*

*Scratches nose*

*Well, that means everything's going to be okay then*

*Whistles 'I would walk a thousand miles and I....' and reaches for Tiger Beer*

[Keef]

*Can't keep eyes open....*

"Surely I should feel less tired after an extra day off!!!!!!!!"

*Hands DM some foundation for her nose*

*Sleeps*

[dulwichmum]

Slips hand from behind screen to graciously accept make- up.

Waves to chums.

[BarryRoad]

*Thinks about how Keef must have been carrying that foundation around for ages, waiting for this rather particular opportunity to pull it out.*

*Thinks about what time he should pop into the pub*

[citizenED]

*enters with a flourish, waves to Sir Barry of Road*

*cracks open can of Newcastle Brown*

*gets out notebook and pen*

*starts novel - finishes novel*

*gets it published*

[dulwichmum]

Walks into quiet room slowly feeling glum.

Sits in favourite cushie chair by window looking wistful.

Fears am turning into character from blog - am so immersed in solitary book writing (children visiting grandparents with lovely husband).

Takes pipe and pouch of coarse loose tobacco from bag, thinks to self - Oh how I love a nice shag!

Smiles at CitizenEd, thinks to self - I shall have a couple of bottles of Newcie Brown - that'll set me straight.

Scowls when notices hard skin on hands. Building sure takes its toll on the body...