The time is now

It is ten past five, although due to daylight saving and the Scottish and their feudal system of farming and tithing, it should be ten past four.

Lily May Wing has finally gone to bed.

Maxine, Georgia and their wierd squaddie straight friend have dissapreared into the mist towards Gainsborough Green.

Karl and Juicy are talking family values. Batter or not to batter, with breadcrumbs, and possibly a small serving of tartare sauce.

Juicy is off on a cruise next week, he will tour the highlights and the low lights of the meditteranean. Oh yes, Monacco, Tunisia, the Port of Spain and Gibraltor, if he's lucky he may get to kiss a barbary ape.(do they look like old men?)

The rest of us are all a bit limp, we are all a bit legs and arms, like random,small octopi out of water, Jan has, as always, great style and pose with a casual leg, but unfortunately, the casual aspect of the rest of our bodies is slack and upsetting.

Justin has just made me a bit of loo roll with staples in it. I shall probably cherish it forever.

Karl has matching, yet not matching socks on top of his stocking, suspenders and woolen, knitted thong.

Claire has been trying to tidy up, but the rest of us has prooved to much for her.

Knitted Baubles apparently. That and blamange, air condittioned jackets powered by chipmunks and chicken fillets, wings, scrawny necks and scratchy feet.