BlondeShum

BlondeShum knocked on the door; tap rap tap rap.

Pingo woke up, though as in a haze from the noise.

For a moment, Mrs Nolan could hear this: http://www.luckymojo.com/barrett/lyrics/wordsa.html#AR

Mrs Nelson automatically filled the electric kettle and turned it on.

Cups of tea were on the way.

Thoughts

Pingo wished he lived in this world http://www.valimyers.com/

Mrs Nolan often thought about this http://www.designboom.com/trash/bse.html

Whilst Mrs Nelson had her head full of http://www.rathergood.com/

Keep on marching on...

Domes-bliss-ity!

Pingo was in food security mode, searching the kitchen cupboards for some kind of appetising morsel. Mrs Nolan looked up from the ironing board (from which she was lovingly ironing Pingo's work shirts) "Please don't Bogart that joint" she requested. Mrs Nelson stood at the door way, hands on hips, assessing the situation. "I have just been to the markets and bought some African Scones, anyone interested in cracking a few teeth?" Mrs Nelson invited Pingo and Mrs Nolan to a friendly treat. Mrs Nolan thought about how handy a glue stick could be on such occasions...

Lips floating on frost-bite

Pingo and Mrs Nolan comment on what a cold day it is today. Mrs Nelson interrupts and says that she has experienced colder days than this. There is now an icy silence, the nuclear winter has errupted...

Kiss this!

When Mrs Nolan came home from the shops she found an old friend of Pingo's playing his mouth organ. Whooo Hoooo !!! she said.