A visit to Spike House

It has been very quiet in Summerton lately, hasn't it? That is because a lot of the residents are suffering from a strange disorder which manifests itself in stress, weeping and withdrawal. But yesterday there was a lot of activity:
Whilst Rod stayed home and read more Lord of the Rings to Bet, and Pat stayed in bed hiding from the snow, Guy stayed home working for his exams and Judy, Dieter, Olga, Daz, Guy Rocks and the Little Man set off to visit Spike House. (Guy Valet still doesn't get why that's a funny name). And lo and behold there was no snow on the roads. Yeah, none at all inthe region of Spike House.
Once arrived, we were greeted by a man named Pensil, who possessed a profusion of snowy white hair, far too much for one man to own! Dieter wondered about asking for some so that he could use it for a hair weave. But his wife and children are so easy to manage that his own hair (albeit small in amount) is merely grey and not yet so white, so that would never do.
Pensil laughed, as Judy pointed out, just like the Count off Sesame Street. Strangely enough for a man with such an awesome chortle, he had apparently had his humour chip removed, except for the bit enabling him to be amused by his own jokes. Pensil proceeded with a whistle stop guided tour, hurrying the group along like a sergeant major, irritated by mobile phones going off or any chatter which he deemed needless.
Well, we LOVED Spike House and our Old Persons Group will have an absolute ball there. Daz will have to set up a surveillance camera on that kissing seat we spotted though. Especially since his own daughter, Tess would love to find her way there!
We were especially impressed with the accommodation provided for Little Man.
Roll on Easter!