About the page...
Pete is joining Ignatius for a cup of tea on the veranda, which is on the second floor, unless you're an American, in which case it's the third floor.
The little logo on Pete's pants ('boxers' for us Americans) is for the Writing (pronounced 'Ritting') Football Club. Here is a full-sized view.
The story thus far...
Grace and Simon, two teenage tearaways, have discovered a passage to Reality in the basement of The tré (a tiny theatre in their miniscule town of Otterstow). Unfortunately, they have accidentally trapped themselves and cannot return, although they do not seem to be in any hurry to do so.
Ignatius (the mayor of Otterstow) suspects this is the case and has enlisted the aid of the parents; Slide, Sandra, Pete and Gina. None of the adults have figured out how to open the passage, which seems to involve a mysterious box that they cannot open.
What's going on right now:
Ignatius had some guests last night. It is now early morning and he is having a cup of tea to start his day as he ruminates on the balcony overlooking his garden. Pete has just joined him and they are discussing their plans for the day.
Drawing completed - 13 JUN 2011
"Oo, sorry. Din't break your train o' thought, did I?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, not at all. Have some tea," he indicated a chair for his use. "Feeling all right this morning?"
"Not yet, but a quiet minute or two an' a cuppa'll do me right."
They sat in quiet contemplation, watching the odd boat go down the canal.
"Nice mornin', innit?" Pete commented.
"Mm. Very nice."
They sat quietly for a minute or two more.
"So what's the agenda for today?" asked Pete.
"PD, of course. Then I'm taking Clare to Trinova."
"What? My Clare?"
"You know, for someone who disavows all paternal connections . . . "
"Whatcha bringin' Clare to Big Smoke for?" Pete asked eager to change the subject.
"As I mentioned, I need to do some research on whether it's legal to enter Reality – and speak with Liza."
"But why bring Clare?"
"She's clever, open-minded and in my employ – and not in yours nor Gina's, I hasten to add."
"Oh, right then. Fair play," Pete sipped his tea.