<finds room full of Thursday books and soft cushions, sits down to read>

<munches on popcorn>

<trips over discarded household appliance, tries cursing without speaking>

<sits down post hissy-fit>

<rises quickly on sitting on protruding corner>

<discovers corner belongs to John Pudney's Friday Adventure>

<arrives too late to recover "Friday Adventure." (cover torn only slightly.)>

<planned reading (like the book) is left in a vacuum>

<settles down with Saturday night and Sunday morning, by Alan Sillitoe.>

<Bakes a loaf of rosemary and olive bread>

<Munches thoughtfully>

<offers lemon tea in exchange for slice of bread>

<accepts and exchanges slice of bread for the offered teacup>

<wonders if there are meant to be as many lemons afloat in teacup>
<drinks tea anyway>

<sets up business as a spent lemon catcher, and offers 'special discount rates*' to tea drinkers>
<covers fine print with paw>

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Part time Quantum Elephant hollower

<makes popcorn under a silencer, no point in disturbing the peace>

<wonders how to eat buttery salty popcorn and not get butter and salt on the book>

<wonders if Sillitoe is a real name... wonders if anything is real in here...>

<wipes hands on jeans, picks up book. discovers it's now a different book, reads it anyway>

<wonders about sudden shortage of lemons>

<starts offering citrus tea in place>

<starts juicing mandarines, tangarines, and navel oranges>

<ponders the naval orange juice>

<uses it as diesel fuel alternative>

<markets tea as bio fuel>

<attempts to discourage navel gazing by covering oranges>

<knocks gently on wall, to see if I can get anyone to quit contemplating navels and look up>

<unsuccessful>

<wondering if everyone is in a trance>

<what was in that tea? hmmmm>

<suggests seasonal affected disorder as cause of torpor>

<rouses oneself for a chorus of 'My Old Man's a Dustman'>

<declines again>

<Ponders on concept of academic holidays and drop in activity>

<wonders if Aussie computers are waterlogged>

<prays that it is the holidays>

<looks at tin marked "lemming tea">

<shudders>

<starts making a snowman>

< Leaves sick bed long enough to polish tumbleweeds, retires exhausted.>

<refrains from pointing out to geg smeary spot on tumbleweed nearest me>

<decides to donate slightly smeary tumbleweed to snowman building activities>

<realizes source of smeariness, washes hands>

<sends "get well soon" wishes to geg, from a distance>

<tries to remember how bored I was at work over holidays, tries to be pleased the students are back>

<partially successful>

<waits for news from Australians...>

<uses tongs to receive tumbleweed from VM and to apply said tumbleweed on top of snowman, giving snowman an impressive hairstyle>

<wonders if drinking the lemming tea made geg sick>

<puts on microfibre gloves to avoid smudging tumbleweed>

<rolls tumbleweed in snow>

<contemplates use as lightweight sm head>

<realises it looks like snow clogged yard brush>

<shrugs in disappointment>

<decides doesn't want a lightweight head so donates it to snowman>