*kicks recalcitrant 't' underneath a table*

This place is eerily silent. Is everyone in bed with their cocoa and a Barbara Cartland novel ? I don't mean in here, but the Roundy Table in general. Last post from Ms Seaside at 10.30 pm.

Plenty of sound in here though. Water dripping through the holes in the roof, deathwatch beetle in the wainscot, and armies of rats scurrying around.

*shudders, puts anorak hood up, and leaves through the nearest hole in the wall*