To think we should have finished off the Queen of Huns?

[Hullygully]

Oh dear God

...see? I'm getting it!

there you all are!

...room for one more?

You wouldn't believe the amount of destitute children of the parish I have been ladling gruel down, mothers I have been tutoring in the ways of righteousness, landlords I have been successfully battling and pamphlets I have completed in the last few days whilst I believed you all lost!

Alas, for tonight I must away to Town to see that interesting event Cirque du Ouankerre

Tis not my night out of choice, but beggars cannot be choosers and I shall not be allowed out again until the crocuses pepper Newington Green once more

for now, I shall Mark My Place

Ms Mary! How we have longed for you and called for you! (see upthread) And you are here at last! Pamphlets and all!

I can fly you know.

Pay no heed Ms Mary, she is not of sound mind, alas none of them are

I have all of this to deal with as well as trying to secure the safety of my darling baby Nigel.

Needless to say I am not amused.

How I have missed you all!....oh! My.....

Molly! We all need tinctures for our throbbing acid-addled heads if you might be so obliging.

I have the very thing Mistress. I picked these sweet little mushrooms myself only this morning. If I add some scalding water and allow them to infuse, I feel we shall have a restorative, refreshing tea directly....

< Strides in, stroking luxuriant beard >

Aaaargh!
Aaaargh!
Aaaargh! he he he!
AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH! He he he he he he he!

RAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

Paggywaggywaggywaggywaggywaggywaggywaggywaggywaggy waggywaggywaggywoooooooooooo!

Oh Molly the vey thing! I really do not feel myself, although I feel someone else may have been feeling me.

I had the strangest dream..

Duuuuuuuuuuuude! Your beard is sooooooooooooo magical! I want to run it through my hair and make macrame bonnets for it!

Oooo! That tickles.

Right.

I am taking a long walk and when I return I expect you all to have jolly well sorted yourselves out.

I blame Paggy, tis her pernicious saucy influence.

Guffaw!

(The acid wore off ages ago, by the way. All that is sleep deprivation)

No blasted tent?

Really?

OK, who slipped acid in my Earl Grey?

We bask in the shade of Olympus! We need not shelter. If we are cold, merry fauns will drape us in swathes of cloud, and when the sun is bright they will shade our eyes with orchid petals!

we vomit into the sparkling pools and rest our sore and throbbing heads against the cool white thighs of virgins.
Umami, is clearly still hammered as the place looks like a Troy Boys Whores and Pizza hut on bring a vagabond night

Hully has other sore and throbbing things which would be best tended elsewhere.

Jamie has grown a quite magnificent chin of hair since last we saw her(?). She strides so majesticly I fear I have quite mstaken her sex. I must have had a couple of pages of thread stuck together (The captain was sooo tiresome with his fluids)

Ah well, I have some mars bars and gerkins if anyone has the munchies.
Molly, anything to aid sore nipples, little Nigel sucks like his mother a dyson.

( Note to self : you are a very dull middle aged woman with three children and some nice handbags. What is with all the rude stuff. A big night for you is Glee on HD. Stop it)

(Was pondering that very question (but on the lines of why is this such fun?) and decided there is nothing wrong with playing. Why do we have to stop because we're "grown-up?" Playing is healthy. I bet the Greeks have a word for it. And RL can be so very wearing. Tis an antidote.

And Pag - you will never be dull. You are v funny. )

Am going out to play now. Going to knock on my friends' houses and see if they're allowed out to play (but really).

I love you all

Oy! What an afternoon! I am a little concerned about what may be planned for the evening, if that was tea and cucumber sandwiches! Still, at least Pag is here, with an array of comestibles and a mouth like a Whitechapel whore.

Loving your work, darling, though you'll be sorely tried looking for a virgin in these parts, unless Athene shows up, despite proclamations from Ms Hully that her maidenhead was grown anew by a genie (pull the other one, Madame, it hath got bells on).

So, Nigel is safe for the time being. Now I feel my vigour returned, my lord Zeus' drugs are potent indeed! Where are these centaurs? I fancy a ride in the woods.

My sweet litte termagent, how shall we amuse ourselves this evening? See, our mortal guests gradually come to their senses...Ah, Nigel, how is the Mandarin coming along?

Well, my love, I think I shall turn that one into a squid, that one over there shall become a geranium and.....yes, I think this one here will make a beautiful cruet set.

Dear, honestly, it's all very well you tolerating these mortals descending upon us (on which note, I am going to have Pegasus' wings clipped if he does this again), but who is the one who has to tidy up the mess? Well, yes, obviously it is the maenads but I have to oversee them. They are a dear bunch of girls but they're hardly thorough, are they? I'd still have a mortal housekeeper if you hadn't turned yourself into a toilet brush and visited your seed upon her. And I've got the girls coming round tomorrow and that Aphrodite is such a superior bitch. Can we not stay in tonight? Please? It has been a while since I polished your thunderbolt....you'd like that, wouldn't you? A little spit and polish? From your gorgeous goddess? I'll call you that name you like....

Pag (forgive the familiarity), I am that you should describe yourself as dull!!!

You are the only person on MN who has ever had a kind word for me . Though it was a long time ago. And you probably don't even remember .

As for that Zeus and Hera - rabbits or what?