The door slowly creaks open and a dark-haired female tentatively peeks through the crack. No one seems to notice her, so with relief she slides onto a bar stool. "Is the kettle on? I'll have a cup of Yorkshire Gold tea- make it strong, with milk and sugar!"

While waiting for the brew to get to the right consistency (ten minutes should do it) she pulls out her concertina and plays along with the banjo and autoharp. "Margaret's waltz- I've only had this thing for a few months, but I can manage that!"

Mercury being definitely in retrograde (I checked) I need a place to hang out until it's safe to go back outside. Just don't look at the front fender of my car, ok?

Allison