Using my red feather boa as a rocket ship is not always reliable, one end suddenly went out causing us into spiral in toward Bodmin Gaol (jail). The little red parrots, in great fear, jumped inside my white satin shirt (where it is always warm) as we hurtled down toward dark and dingy, long and stony walls bouncing this way and that causing the gigantic trifle to turn on end and roll down the circular staircase. What happened to it after that I have no idea. My 7" diamond-covered high heels sprayed a blizzard of gems as we slid into a dead-end wall. There was no one about, not a soul, I expected some of the ladies and perhaps Arthur to appear, but nothing, only black silence. I decided to shout: Halloooooooooooooo! Back came an echo: Halloooooooooooooo! Then another echo in a sepulchral voice: Halloooooooooooooooooo! That wasn't me. Who are youooooooooo, I shouted. Again the echo reverberated off the dark and dingy walls. Slowly, a large figure covered from head to toe in armour appeared through one of the cell walls, causing the parrots, who had been peeking out to jump about in alarm. Who are you under that armour, I quavered. A deep voice rumbled around inside the armour: Joooooooooohn Oooooooooooooooh! I fainted. Will someone come and get me? Lurking Lorna