Those nice young men, in their clean white coats

Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. We popped over to see if there had been a Dressing-Up Game, and if so, who it had been and whether Omally had won it without wearing gloves. I've never seen anything as surreal as Paul's body back-to-front on his legs. I'm concerned that Mr Hedgehog has ready access to a train set; Luggo's cat appeared to be on the verge of hysteria, and then we wondered why Simon had sellotaped his nose. Just as well his parents were out. Thank heavens he wasn't still at the hotel. Excellent stuff!