peering through the murky haze , Snail fights her way through the dusty cobwebs, only to come upon a mournful Dags, full ashtray and empty Jack Daniels bottle by his side, playing Stairway to Heaven

so....
you've left us all alone to fend for ourselves huh? and then you telephone to boast and taunt about the amazing time you're having... yeh yeh it's ok I'll stay here and tend to the housework, walk the dogs, water the plants etc etc. I don't mind. *sigh*

ps
you're all gettin it on, aren't you? blogmeet has turned into a crazed alcohol-fuelled orgy, hasn't it?
oh, I can't WAIT to get the goss when you get back

ha HA!!!