OK temporary accomodation for us ex-pats of Spacie's coffee house that is sadly now boarded up and in memory of Goldie's old pad the tearooms.

No fancy stuff, as this is temporary until we find a nice new place but it's warm down here with the fire and aga and I've organised a daily guinness, lager and wine delivery. There is a small kitchen in the corner and a few comfy cosy armchairs.

So feel free to take refuge when you need a break - self-service generally I'm afraid but when I can I'll rustle up a meal :>)

That all sounds fantastic but I'm working up a ladder this afternoon so better give it a miss :-(

Opto's up a ladder, KEAYDIAN's working up a lather, I think I'll have a lager. Cheers! :o)

ZONK!

Thud!

(As the dust settles, the dog Whisky, tail wagging, appears. He pads up the the prostrate body on the floor and drops a pair of shredded strides on top of it.)

Clear off, smelly mutt.

Guinness time.

Grrrrrrrrrr!

(kick)

2 pints please.

It's only Wednesday

and where's my Guinness (thump)

GrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

Clear off (kick)

Yelp! Grrrr Grrrrrrrr GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Pesky Mut...oh it's you.....GET OUT OF IT

Hee hee hee hee! (Mutley style)

(kick)

I want a Guinness. Failing that I'll have the finest wines available to humanity. And we want them here, and we want them now!

Here you go. A 1.5 ltr bottle of Lambrini Bianco. Slightly chilled. (Runs away)

A pint of creme de menthe please!