Lucy wondered how the hell Molly had managed to keep her wit up to such a high standard in her absence. She knew she had only been gone a short time and felt that surely Molly couldn't continue the pace. Then she remembered the seemingly innocent samosas on the side of the road and realised that jelly botty may have taken its toll on more than just her appetite. What a fool.

The Meerkat shall inherit the earth, blessed Molly.

Sometimes you just need a good old-fashioned nipple tweaking to set you straight, she said loudly to no one in particular.

Shell-shocked by the shellacking, Molly reconsidered her fondness for craft classes and the applied arts.

During what could only be described as an epic bout of jelly botty, Molly reconsidered her romantic notion of traveling.

Molly dreamt that a giant tuber ginger had grown teeth and escaped the fridge. It was chasing her, and gnawing on her calf. She fought it off with a grater.

Molly sat on the bus with a minty elbow. It tingled with menthol from joint to bicep. She had been hand writing recipes all afternoon unaware of the crisp peppermint radiation it would bring later.

It occurred to Molly that with Lucy out of the picture, things could get out of hand. The previous post was definitely low brow and Molly knew this was only the beginning of her fall from grace. She pulled on a pair of yellow gumboots and defiantly stood by the gutter.

When I said I wanted to go south ON you, I meant WITH you...to Mexico...she said in a low southern drawl.