Podburn

After a good night's sleep, Tres attempted to tell us how all this had happened but even she wasn't entirely sure.

An alien friend told her that the pod could make her younger, fitter. If she slept near it, it would send out rejuvenating waves and just one hour could take off a decade or more- apparently, aliens use them all the time- a bit like sunbeds. But he warned her not to overdo it. Whilst everyone else was in bed, she pulled the pod into the lounge and had an hours snooze in a chair next to it. It worked. Without telling anyone, Tres hurried downtown to show off her newly acquired youthfulness and have some fun. She wasn't sure how long it would last. She spent a most enjoyable night in the arms of some young lad she met in the pub.

She'd left the pod in the lounge and guessed that the rest of the old Blogs must have nodded off in their favourite chairs after breakfast. When Tres arrived home, she was horrified to find them literally sleeping like babies and the lounge on fire.

The pod was was glowing menacingly.

The only thing she could think to do was to get them out of the house. She thought that if she found somewhere safe for them and waited a while, the effects of the pod might wear off. She felt responsible... and guilty for what had happened.


Tres got the little Blogs over to Blog House in a taxi and called the fire service. At least they were safe now. Everything would be okay. Or would it?

Tres read them stories and they listened attentively. To begin with, she felt she was in control.

Whilst they slept in their cots, everything was fine but that never lasted long. The toddlers got bored.

Richard discovered the delights of playing in the toilet. Well there were no toys to play with.

The rest of the toddlers were easily led astray. Tres just couldn't watch them all, all the time and they screamed horribly if she tried to make them stay in their cots.

It's not surprising Tres struggled. Even with the four of us, our nerves were getting frayed so we employed a nanny. Unfortunately she spends more time ogling The Professor than dealing with the toddler Blogs.

Awwww

It started to come clear as toddlers appeared from all over the house.

Meet Creepy Lesbo. What a little sweetheart..

Creepy is very sure of what she wants!

Little Neil. Awww.

SteveR wasn't too sure about dealing with this end of things. He'd known Neil for years but had never got this close!

Tres was sent to bed for some well deserved rest.

We sent for reinforcements but The Professor wasn't too keen at first.

It's Richard!

Miss Fluffy clings to The Professor.

Finally Emma and the Blog household is once more complete.

Back at Blog House

Tres took us to Blog House. It felt strange walking in there with the newly rejuvenated Tres- like stepping back in time. The first thing I noticed was that it had been refitted. Then I noticed the puddles of water and the mouldy bottles of milk scattered about.

"I did my best," Tres muttered,"but it's too much."

I still didn't understand.
Then SteveR found a stray toddler begging to be cuddled.

Waaaaaaaaaaa!

Alive!

SteveR called to say he was on his way over and that he was bringing a rejuvenated Tres with him. She was going to take us to see The Blogs. Of course I wanted to know what had happened but he told me to be patient. We would find out in good time.

It was quite a shock seeing Tres that way even though I was prepared for it.

I was so relieved. The Blogs are still with us. That's all that matters. Tres said she would take us straight to them but we should prepare ourselves for a shock.

SteveR had become distracted. "For goodness sake SteveR! Put that 'Ocean Babes' down. We have important stuff to do!"