bagitha now the party really is hotting up. Did you take the scenic route? Okay, had a treble malt, cheeks all aglow, now I'll join you in a Martini cocktail...shaken, not stirred.
Ariadne the pie is to die for. Good job my psychedelic knickers have loose elastic. Swear my waist is expanding at an alarming rate. 
Procal Harum have just arrived singing 'A shader white than pale' I think! Hope that cake hasn't been left too long in the rain. Can anyone here see that rainbow ahead? Shall we skip over, and holding hands, see what lies at the end of it?