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Sherlocks Daughter

Sometime, near the end of 2006; a familiar grey cloud hangs over the cliffs. 2 wide eyed children make a pact to free all the trapped frogs in their school laboratory. A discreet nurses aid will patent a household cure for tinea barbae. Two housemates, Tanya and Graeme, battling over the microphone, craft a homage to the sunshine. One will break another china cup.

April 2007, Grey cloud still hugs the hills. An erudite evening slowly condemns the flippancy of the day. A judge will lose his glasses and unknowingly expedite the release of 2 known potato pirates. One middle age man’s toupee blows off in the wind and causes a landslide. Two former housemates Tanya and Graeme and a former housemate of Graeme’s housemate’s former housemate, Jonti, play along with Tanya’s songs and write several more in one sitting. Tanya makes them all tea. A china cup is packed away cracked at the rim.

July 2007 – Grey cloud. Liam Flanagan joins for tea. There is not enough clean china cups so one goes without.

August 2007 – Howling wind sucks through a vortex in the grey cloud. It dances in the sky like a pagan. Two known public intellectuals will resume a 2 year old chess game and pledge their undying passionate love. A schizophrenic will make provoking and violent gestures at a persistent wind tunnel. Two slugs will undergo a heroic, kamikaze mission in blocking the wheels of a cycling environmental extremist. William Turner joins the others for their, now regular, Tuesday tea. It is not discovered that evening that William Turner does not in fact not drink tea. Of the five china cups used that evening only four will ever be found.

April 2008 – The now familiar grey cloud has dissipated into strands that resemble a middle age man’s comb over. The air is unnervingly still. A sound is heard that is equally reminiscent of a stampede in the Serengeti as it is of a sprint car event on a distant raceway. Jonti joins the others for a midnight tea session, during which he undergoes a metamorphosis, assuming the form of a satyr like half man, half beast – a miracle only Tanya sees. (The rest are engaged in trying to resuscitate a plastic budgerigar). He is left with a roar that occasionally erupts as an ecstatic primal scream, leading the others to refer to him henceforth as J Danimals.

Tea resumes and this time not one cup is lost. It is packed away as a set, complete.