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*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)

* 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 *

*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!*

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".

*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*

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...

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