Saturday, December 8, 2012

Being Friday the 7th of December, 2012 ...

“Is that seismic noise coming from the boiler?“ asks Angela in some anxiety.
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 ...

Silver darlings

"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!


La Jolie Guirlande said...

Dear Dogsbody,
I think you're getting rather good at this cryptic picture lark! I did think maybe it was just a waste of your time...but now I'm beginning to enjoy looking at them and trying to work out the clues!


Colin said...

... and the correct answers are not to be published in the public domain.
Dogsbody struggles to find a better way.