Lucy Lu demonstrating a spoon

L-R Charlie des Forges, HG, Joanne, Maggie, dear John Thompson
Gatesdene Players workshop day at Northcote Road Baptist Church

Ted and Carole

Jane and Susi

Very wise Mr Doane

Little John Barran

Gatesdene crew

She's priceless that Aviary

Father Dominic and his impromptu flock after Mass at St Anthony's Harpertage
L-R: Barnaby, Margaret, Julian, Mattie, Father Dominic

Pre-Mass lunch: Lucy (on Left) and Shannon

Lucy, Margaret and Dar Char at 6 minutes to 7pm

Char Dar, plus HG Lorriman and Mary-Maye Lorriman

Professor Harmer and the Onion of Doom

Shannon on keys

Randle McDandle with Elaine's Mum's Apple Pie ready to go.
(it's in the silver foil)

Mike Cayton on Keys: recording Lily song (or similar)
Basstone Music session 2

Aaron Harry at the control desk of The Starship |Enterprise
(Basstone Music)

Dungarees and Dinner

Rachel and Anna

Cammie on Violin and Lulu on guitar and vocals
Holy Trinity Clapham Weekend at Home entertainment

What is it? Soon to be revealed...

Char

It's been a fab few weeks and I've been too busy until today to type up the shenanigans that have been going on. Suffice to say I need to get my trainers on and get down that gym and pounding the pavements as I've put on a little weight, what with all the fine dining.

For food on the plate

And all my mates,

Dear Lord,

We thank you! 

It was St Therese of Lisieux's feast day on Monday: this shot was taken outside the Sacred Heart House, near Lavender Hill, late on Sunday eve, where her Missionaries are based. No prizes for guessing whose statue this is - the cross of the window should be a clue...

No prizes either for guessing that this fine example of a big toe belongs to Tusker Verey, back from the Western Front and now searching for studio space and a moth free bedroom. Typical Aviary: most people get insects now and again - she no sooner gets a moth problem than they're on the dog and bone from the Daily Telegraph. (The journalists that is, not the moths.)

Apparently this has been happening at midnight every full moon for the last little while (the fangs above plus howling - not phone calls from the National newspapers). Charlie has rarely been made to look better looking. What a girl...

See! This sort of transformation is really not natural... your Honour, I rest my case for the silver bullet...

Here's the full candlelit scene of the Harpertage last night, before we all flaked out embarrassingly early and the girls went off to their dorm while us chaps bedded down for the night.

Peaceful Ashley Crescent, seen here from the Haha near Aaron's outpost. Oh silly me: I don't have a Haha, just a Folly.

What a lovely breakfast we had! Thanks for the lovely surprise Charlesters - gosh: still feel quite full here now in Starbucks in Green Park at 2pm. Delish Lincolnshire Sausages and scrumster bacon and shrooms. Magic!

Do you like the night sky above the kitchen clock? (o:

Note: Telly in its normal "NOT plugged in" mode. Really Miss Aviary - what were you thinking of??? Actually turning it on???? TSSSK!

It's the anti-telly fascist Dad in me - couldn't believe Aviary suggested watching a film. Guess I might think differently if I'm ever a parent. Now the radio, that's a different matter entirely...

Seeing Bernster in this very cafe in a few hours time, with enough moments spare to type up this blog and maybe write a letter to be sent to the back of the North Wind...