So, Sunday morning and, reading the final words from last weekend I find that I left it at...

'I'm awfully hungry,' said Crappy.

From the side room there was a sudden thud, followed by a little stifled gasp and a quiet moo. The Wise Wench looked over and shook her head, then rummaged amongst a series of knitted objects out of her skirts, it looked like someone with a crown and a cow embracing, she put it in her pocket, gazed up to the heavens and muttered 'the things I do for you.' She then turned to the heroes, scowled at Crappy and said 'of course, you haven't eaten for days.' She handed him a gigantic bag of whelks.

Sounds like a good point to pick the story up again...