Quiet room...

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Yes, she does seem to have disappeared*

*Uses tooth-pick to tweak piece of whale blubber from between teeth*

[dulwichmum]

Shame on you dear Michael...

[KalamityKel]

::o

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Wrong inferrence I fear - whale blubber refers back to the Beluga thing - nothing else*

*Tsk*

*CWALD may be down with the flu - her Facebook entry noted that she was filling herself with vitamins earlier this week*

*Get well soon Chavster*

[dulwichmum]

The poor girl! I shall send the au pair straight over with the Dyson and a box of Lemsip.

[Michael Palaeologus]

Send her round to me afterwards- dont need the Lemsip but the Dyson sounds like an interesting diversion. DM, you minx!

[dulwichmum]

OHMYGOD!

I am sensitised to capacity by tales in the Sunday papers of Vanessa Ann Hudgens and her outragous filthy behaviour... pass the tamazepam!

[KalamityKel]

hehe @ "sensitised"

[dulwichmum]

Does anyone in here have a corkscrew? I can't find a corkscrew - oh er actually, it is a screw top - pass your glass KalamityKel, and where has Michael gone now?

[KalamityKel]

*kicks shoes off*

So tell me DM 'sup?

[dulwichmum]

OHMYGOD - don't even start me off on the au pair tale - Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiillllllllll....

(is my mascara running?)

[citizenED]

*slips in to unburden self of day's travails*

*spies two likely lasses quaffing in the corner*

*spies the screw tops littering the floor*

*Hmmmm*

*Pulls out magnum of Bollinger*

*always the drink of choice when there's no corkscrew about*

[dulwichmum]

Pull up a chair you darling man, here let Kalam sit on your knee (I am a married lady afterall ... hic)

[citizenED]

*No offence intended, but she cannot sit there, DM, I am after all a HMM.*

*That and the fact that if she did, she'd probably fall orf*

[KalamityKel]

hehe mefinks I may be a wee bit too big for anyones knee ta :p I must say DM wiv ur panda eyes and rosey cheeks... ooooh and the way ur bo... no stop there! gosh isn't it hot in here! *makes way to the door*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Terre - quick hop over to Tallinn for a spot of Varnu Vodka*

* Have a drop, it goes well with, well, everything else*

[dulwichmum]

Pokes head out from under sofa, OHMYGOD - what a hangover. I want to die...

[KalamityKel]

tut tut tut DM where's ya stamina?!

[Michael Palaeologus]

*I feel fit as a fit thing!*

*MORNING!!*

[dulwichmum]

Darling Michael Palalalagulus, you do look very fit indeed, and actually... through the bottom of this here wine tumbler - you are looking incredibly pert and firm too!

I wonder if I am in fact a vampire type girlie? I definitely come alive at night!

[KalamityKel]

*sneaks in, kicks shoes off and makes self comfy*

[dulwichmum]

Slams open coffin door - what is that strange aroma I smell lovely KalamityKel?

[Michael Palaeologus]

Saunters towards coffin holding hammer and stake (Mr Pointy, borrowed from Buffy), revolver with silver bullets, garlic and numerous crosses.

Mrs Dobbin will be revenged ..................

[KalamityKel]

I'm sorry DM I'm not too sure about the aroma... mayb Michael's about to cook dinner with all that garlic... ;-)

[dulwichmum]

Tosses granade out of coffin - which lands on Michaels lap!!! BOOM.

"Well Michael, you well and truely got your rocks off this time! I am sure that I can smell feet!"