Dogsbody summons up all his courage to investigate.
The central heating is operating satisfactorily.
From philosiphers' balcony he observes pyrotechnic activity in the sky over a stately home somewhere to the North.
|We will be complaining to the Earl of March.|
In spite of such inconsiderate disturbance, we enjoy another evening of smashing music in extraordinarily good company.
Angela presents Pam with a large rain-making device.
|No, Pam ... not now!|
Musical offerings include the usual bits of love, (requited or otherwise,) a couple of trains, a bloody massacre with an indeterminate death-count, ships and fishing, a two-timing prostitute, pollination and a closing toast.
|Where the Sun never shines ...|
|"Now, God be praised: I die contented."|
|Bzzzz ... and I hope you like me, too.|
|A BR Standard class 4, 4-6-0 getting up steam.|
|Here's your toast ...|
Now clear up and go home!