Hello to all pet rocks and their owners, this is Madge Dumpling, your friendly chairman welcoming you to the Rubble Club. Nobody has been through my door all week because everyone else is probably asleep. I am hoping some of you invisible cyber space members, (like my wonderful head prefect, Linedancer, who writes such a lovely letter), are here somewhere inside the back of my magic laptop, to keep me and the rockies company. I have just had an idea! I am popping up the lane to Wanderella Windmeddler's house to put a note on the door, telling everyone she is asleep and to come round to my house instead. Well, if she can't be bothered to stay awake, she doesn't deserve loyalty. Once they have tasted my rock cakes they will be mine for ever. The Rubble Club is a welcoming haven of delights for everyone, even wand collectors.
They won't be there till weekend, so I am postponing the Rubble Club meeting till then for the foreaseeable future. Then, Rubblers, we shall continue the Dumpling breathing exercises which I started last week. Linedancer, I am sorry to tell you that you have missed the White Mist gift exchange. It only happens during the season of the White Mist, just before the long winter sleep, hence its name. I was expecting you then, punctual and dutiful as you uasually are, but you were not to be seen so I thought you had forgotten me. I have, however, saved you a little something, which I will give you when you call in. Think yourself lucky I am not asleep like your other friend, Wanderella Windmeddler.
Till tomorrow, this is Madge Dumpling busily signing out as I set off to steal us a few more members. Please make sure you return for the breathing practice.
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