We took off and made our instant landing leaving a few purple sequins and red feathers on the top. The parrots flew around and found an open window of a small room - whoops somebody already in there. Well, light up the feather boa again and try for a landing at the front door. Oooh, whoa, we went right through it and up the circular staircase leaving sparkles of red along the way all the way up to the Banqueting Hall. The parrots are glad to see the gigantic Trifle and are busily picking out cherries and dipping down lower to get a taste of Sherry laden Lady Fingers. I am scouting around through the different coloured rooms looking for arrivals, some seem to have gone to Mousehole and other places, hope they all arrive here soon. We need all of those cats and dogs for the line-dance. Here is a room bigger than all the rest. It glows as I walk across the white marble floor. The light gets brighter and I can see party-goers of the past dancing and singing and some of the animals wearing their feather boas doing a "Knees Up Mother Brown". JohnO is leading a choir and I think I am imagining all of this. The light fades and the room vanishes. Two little parrots come sliding down the stairs singing "Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of Rum" at least, that is what it sounds like. I'll put them inside my white satin shirt to sleep it off. Too much trifle. Languishing Lady Lorna of the Lighthouse waiting for the party to start.