place: Plague uk (england)
time: Wednesday Afternoon 1666
scene: two administors in the 'ye olde phorum'
E (she's older than she looks): I don't understand it!
E: we had hundreds of pwp in last week but this week its just...
E: yeh, Can't think why
M: anything intrestin from research?
E: just this one
M: well read it out
E: well seemingly its not due to tiny invisible beasties who live in fleas on rats
M: never fell fir that one, ridiculous
E: no seemingly its all down to witches
M: said so all along, bleeding obvious really
E: do explain clever breeches
M: well I knew a whole family who fell sick and they lived next to a witch
E: how do you know that?
M: she confessed under torture. I always said to the missus that her mother was evil
E: you didn't dob her in!
M: well she was so critical all the time. like when we took her skating on the thames. In June.
E: I read that we are in a mini-ice age and that the weather will be much better in 300 years time.
M: can't wait.
E: here's a good story for treatments, seemingly the self-flaggelation cure in Mexico is a fake.
M: 'course, everyone knows that effective self-flaggelation is at least 10 years off
E: Did I tell you I've applied for a job in the Pudding Lane Pie Shop
M: Good luck, but you know what the say, 'out of the frying pan...'
I predict a Great Fire that will do muchly damage to London Town. E - I suggest that you consider a holiday in Spain?
Interesting Turnip. You have a vivid imagination..