Fifitrixibelle ushered us in and immediately began talking to Lo, she is a terrible Goddess in hushed whispers. They kept glancing at me.

“Why don’t you go down the garden and get some fresh air, Peabrain? We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

I wandered out of the back door feeling quite safe; after all this is one of the nicest suburbs in London [London, England for over-the-pond visitors].

I took the few steps to the bottom of the garden and turning round, I sat on the edge of the decking.

The house had disappeared.

I rubbed my eyes.

An entity offered me wine.

Fifitrixibelle with potion

A headless apparition that reminded me of Spike, Fifi’s pet savant, ran from my view.

Headless Spike

There were monsters stalking in the undergrowth.


I dreamed of familiars being familiar.

Getting familiar with the familiar

The next thing I knew I was driving home.

I asked the TG if I had had a nice time.

“I don’t know about you Peabrain …….. but we did.”

There was that very suspicious smile again.


(We had a very nice time, Peabrain. A different time zone, you might say…. Lo,TG Ed)

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