Yes please! Thanks, geg. Was wondering why my foot hurt so -

I've misplaced my Chemistry book, and I'm not sure how to look up modified corn starch x 18th century on the internet. Hmm. I suspect the effect is a distortion of the imaginary field, but I'm not positive. Could be negative.

There was a huge white tent out front a while ago, I'm going to see if they'll let us borrow it. The snow is finally melting a bit, but the wind is mean! Brrr! (Wishing for a pretty carnival tent, instead...)

The snow is not melting; I've just moved some of it into the Treehouse to make a snowman there. It's ten degrees below freezing, so this is one of the coldest picnics I've ever been to. I'm planning to go skiing tomorrow.

As picnics go, I think this is being a roaring success. I especially like the roasting of dodos over the giant bonfire.

The inaugural skiing over the nearby druid mounds went well too.

<an invisible snowball smacks Egon in the back of the head>

I'll make hot cocoa for the skiers. Anyone know where the mugs are?

Violetmoon Wrote:

> Anyone know where the mugs are?


at the picnic?

<an invisible snowball smacks Skids in the back of the head>

<ratchets up snowball bazooks>

Where did all the mugs go? Who ate all the chocolate cake? Shmlugo!

I ate the cake.

I also ate all the pies. At least I believe I did - certainly people sing songs regarding the pies I have eaten so it MUST have been me

Fresh pies - usual varieties, usual markings, usual places - but some apricot pies in the sentre. Guess how they are marked.

My guess is that they're marked with an "S" for snowball damaged.

I've disliked this picnic nearly a much as the poor dodo did. Why can't we have a lovely picnic with no fighting, where everbody plays nicely, xmorpheus doesn't eat all the cake, somebody remembers to bring the plastic mugs and whoever made this year's cucumber sandwiches with margarine instead of butter, is banned from attending?

How would that qualify as a picnic?

Those were CUCUMBER sandwiches? Egads!

feels the antipodean appetite has been ignored.

opens big esky of cold James Boag and Cascade beer, gets vegemite sandwiches and prawns from side pocket, tips several packets of potato crisps and cheezels and twisties into relevant bowls, gets the avocado salad out of other pocket of esky, extracts barbecue from under esky carrying rack, sets up with steak and snags and onion.

gets out tomato sauce - not ketchup which is thin and vinegary in comparison.

ets cricket set out of esky for picnic use

gets blowflies and european wasps out to establish correct atmosphere.

sips beer an relaxes with memories of having barbecue in London on a snowing day. Much antifreeze was consumed that day.

curses - forgot the sunscreen ointment

Gets Sunscreen from beside jandals and offers to Bunyip.

Adjusts budgie smugglers, sips beer and dozes off again.

Thinks of Jane Austen, thinks of Emma, thinks of picnics, sighs. Willfully wears bonnet and forlornly carries parasol.

Sets up finger snapping deckchair

Ties knots in hankie, and places on head

Joins in beer sipping

Oh, I hadn't realised MistyCat is a he (Sorry! My excuse is being rather new to the Fforum.), so the budgie smugglers surprised me somewhat at first!

As it seems to have got warmer, I brought some white wine (and wine glasses), Camembert and biscuits. Is anyone interested?

The crickets, blowflies and wasps that bunyip brought all seem to want to settle on the steak also brought by bunyip. Perhaps we can make them them fly away by repeatedly opening and closing geg's parasol near them?

<scratching head> I'm wondering where geg got the idea that a picnic means we're all on our best behavior.

Marit, I'd love some white wine, but I suspect it would make me behave even more badly. Since I doubt I'm allowed to throw any more snowballs, I'll just take the dogs for a walk.

< Hands VM a copy of Emma by Jane Austen,>

" Very badly done Violetmoon, very badly done indeed."

See this is why we hold picnics here and not in the Treehouse. You can say things here like:

"I say Marit, would you be an absolute darling and pass the Camembert."

and

"lovely weather for the time of year don't you think"

and

"if you do that with my parasol one more time I'm going to @#$%& you with a @#$%& @#$%& sharp end."

Mo problem, Marit, I know it's a rather girly-sounding nic. I didn't really choose it, more like inherited it.

My appearance - if you imagine a composite of all the actors who've played James Bond and subtract a composite of all the actors who've been The Doctor, then the result would be nothing at all like me, but different.

Oh, and the last time I actually wore budgie smugglers would have been at High School in 1963.

<Settles back with beer and listens to birds going @#$%& in the trees.>