Reply To: The Hoards of Sanctorum AD26

“Karstic Rock Cakes and a nice pot of Early Grey,” Mrs Fennel announced, having recovered her equilibrium and usefulness.  “I’m sure everone could do with a nice cuppa after all the excitement,” she added, looking around for a surface upon which to play the tray.

“Put plenty of butter on mine, Mrs F,” said Cerenise, “You’re always too stingy with the butter.”

Had Mrs Fennel been easily able to bend down and place the laden tray on the floor in front of Cernise’s bath chair, she would have done, and with a degree of relish. It irked her to no mean degree that she was quite unable, due to an arthritic hip and the dastardly damp downpours and drenching deluges devastating her dersirable domain, to make such an otherwise ordinary human movement.  Thus, she continued to survey the room for a potential surface, or a person attentive to her plight, being herself helplessly unable to proceed.