Tom is still away on his bicycle, trying to get to the seaside.
I’m Bimbo, catching you up on the latest news.
I had a postcard this morning. I suppose it’s from Tom.
It’s a funny fuzzy sort of picture of some birds and rabbits. I expect the card got wet and the ink smudged.
The message is in code. Does Tom think that someone is spying on him?
He says “No Mr Stumps”. I’ve never heard of any Mr Stumps. Probably an alias.
Is Tom having to hide from the authorities?
I’d better consult my friends. I’ll ask them to meet up on Zoom, and see what they make of it.
How does it work? Join… Invite… What am I supposed to do now?
Launch meeting. Yes, that worked. They’re all here.
(This is because we’re supposed to be working towards a Zoom Musical Ensemble, and I don’t know what will happen if people keep on taking up brand new instruments. Tom was doing very well on the triangle – his tone was really becoming quite pure and silvery. You can hear it on the Ensemble page.)
I’ve got my courgettes. And I think I’ve got a good idea. A nice film with lots of songs in it.
That’s nearly five minutes.
Yes, Ruffy’s ready. Oh, he’s using lots of props. I’ve only got my courgettes.
What film is that meant to be? Jaws, maybe?
Time to press this button!
I wish Tom was here. He’d enjoy a game like this.