Jaunty Wood

It was a rather lively spot for an afternoon stroll

Mrs Rolling Pin

He was only minutes from discovering it wasn't a dream

Brilliantine

Oswald was never the same after drinking the barracks dry of brilliantine

Eggs, basket

"It was too soon to draw a conclusion," he thought, as he skidded over the frozen river

Deficiency

The blind on this window appears to have some sort of deficiency

Better company

 It turns out that some accessories are better company than many people

Considering

Yes, he was getting pretty good at considering

A story about dusting

Nobody ever seems to return from that far corner of the library

The fifth floor is bland

Its occupants are encouraged to cultivate a slightly blank expression

Exclusive rain

She's begun to regret having herself waterproofed

The afternoon wears on

One practises being bossy, one feigns attention, one is absorbed with 

nothing in particular and one goes to sleep because that's his job

Bird recognition

That comfortable feeling of familiarity has descended

Cocktail onion hour

Whittling the things into shape was taking far longer than expected

Garaged

Mr Plunkett and his home-built beast prepare to break out

Valentine's play

It concerns two glove puppets who suspect an inkblot test conspiracy

An audit

"We built this one for spectators"

Hot drink on wheels

Beverage of your choice: free; explanation: twenty quid

Camouflage or flattery

Either way, it induced a curious hypnotic stupor

A story about labour

Man takes home big cheque

One of those dreams

It was the one with the primed alarm clock at the centre of the universe

Books and contemplation

Shhhh... we'd better just let him get on with it

In room 36

Testers were asked to smile into a box

Button pushing competition

The new traffic light just seems to attract them

Lonely phone box

He bore their lack of interest, even their disdain, with equanimity

Sugarbowl

Was it a talisman, a beacon? Were we meant to applaud?

Staring

They're staring, but only because you stared first

Weird pier

It was a finger of film noir pointing almost nowhere

Audio in progress

I'm sorry, but he can't talk to anybody right now