OMG. I thought I'd drop in & see what the chat was about today, & somehow I landed on page 7 & it's absolute carnage.
I mean, I wanted a cosy escape from the State of the Country 😱 over on X - a quiet pub/tea room atmos, nice coffee, virtual (& therefore virtuous) chocolatey cream cakes, a few animals about the place, some old friends - only to find those old friends swapping horror stories & medical stuff. I have a very visual imagination & am now running down the corridor away from page 7, towards page 29, hoping things are back to normal there. Or rather, here. Gerbils on a trapeze, capybaras being fired out of a cannon, that sort of thing.
Edited because I couldn't spell chocolate. I never can. I guess I'm always too busy ripping the wrapper off to notice the spelling.