[The Judge]

*wanders in humming Puttin' on the Writs , holds up judicial robes and proceeds to tap dance** for a minute or two*

Good afternoon good doorward and good platypus. The weather has turned a little today here in Hampshire, overcast and cool in place of yesterday's sunshine, but things are indeed well with the Family Judicial, thank you, Grim.

I see that when I come to write the definitive book "The Judge's Law of Tortes" I shall have to call Master Grim to provide a chapter. The most layers I've ever managed is six, so I stand in awe of anything above ten. But it's not the size which counts, of course.


** a dangerous manoeuvre, in view of the dirty crockery needing to be washed up which is piled in the sink - did someone mention butlers? I wonder if I can persuade the Writs to put on pinnies and do some basic housework?