Emma Goes Ga Ga

Emma has been causing concern at Blog House. Has senility set in already? The housemates called for the doctor to check her out.

Poor Emma has gone ga ga.

The worried housemates called in the shrink.

"Look into my eyes, look into my eyes. Not round the eyes. Look into my eyes. You're under!"

"Ug ug. Uh uh."

"You are feeling fine." The shrink thought that Emma had responded well to his radical therapy.

"Have you seen my friend, Mr Bunny?" Oh dear.

The shrink advised Emma try some relaxation techniques. Here, Emma and Neil practice their levitation technique... hopefully this will help if Em can ever get off the ground.

I Wonder

Is Jake Shears the secret love child of...

...Francesco da Mosto?

Happy News

At last, SteveR and the beautiful Tres have tied the knot. They declared their love with a passionate embrace and...

...they exchanged rings.

Not a grand ceremony, what with the mouldy sandwich on the counter and all, but romantic nevertheless.

The newlyweds spent their honeymoon in the front garden. SteveR won't be parted from the strange tower that he's built in the garden. He's spending more and more time there and Tres is feeling rather neglected.

You can see the tower here. SteveR won't say what it's for.

She more often than not ends up sleeping on the sofa and it's not SteveR she's dreaming of.

I wonder what it all means.

Sad News

Michael's old friend, Francesco called from a local hotel and we dashed over to see him. They spent many happy hours talking of the wild times they'd had together in Venice. Michael said he was welcome at our place any time. I agreed readily... swoon.

That night, we had friends over. Michael was on form. He did his usual trick of frightening the guests by getting into the hot tub naked.

Maybe it was the exertion of pulling weeds the next morning that did for him.

It was late in the afternoon when death arrived to take Michael away. I pleaded with him to spare my friend but death would not listen. His time had come and that was that. There was nothing I could do.

All that remained was a modest urn.

We had a small get together to say good bye to Michael.

Emma was overcome with emotion. She misses the craggy faced Michael. But not I...

It's almost as if he's still with us.