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[therealpm]

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[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Bloody hell!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*grabs an arm and tugs determinedly away from the refreshments table and behind a large shrub.*

Keep your voice down. I don't have an invitation and I'd rather not be forcibly removed.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

World far too wobbly

*drops to sit on the ground*

If you're going to sneak up on someone like that, what do you expect?

*tugs at trouserleg* Sit

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*ruffles hair*

Home time, for you.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

But.. the party, and you came all the way here - *frowns* really fast *shakes head* - and my wife's somewhere in there, with other suited, handsome men, and, and my head's spinning

*leans against Peter's leg*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

George...

George.

*bends down and tilts George's chin up to face him*

There are photographers here.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Where?

*glances round in alarm*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Crouches down and points*

They're mostly fluttering around near the entrance where the light is better, but we can't be too careful.

Come on.

*Attempts to lift George to his feet*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*scowls* Haven't they had enough pictures today?

And I'm sure they were laughing at me for being sat behind the choir when everyone knows that, tradititititionally - *glances up* you alright Peter?

Oh. Yes.

*staggers upright.

Sort of*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*grabs lapels*

*transports both of them back to the crudely drawn chalk circle*

Sit down and I'll get you a glass of water.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Ow.

*texts profuse apology to Fran*

*mutters*
Drawing on the floor. And I wondered where the children got it from

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*returns with a large glass of water*

Here.

*scuffs away most of the chalk markings*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

That's what mops are for. Apparently. Also to put on William's head so he can pretend to have hair - both Williams: Haguey and Wales. Prince.

*notices Peter's look*

*sips water quietly*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

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[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Peeeeeeter.

*swills water in glass*
*frowns at glass as if offended by it*

Peter, what party were you at? Are there cameras there? Can we go there?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Finish your water, George.

*removes tie and hangs it carefully on the rack*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*leans back into sofa*

I'm glad you didn't go to France this time

*closes eyes for a moment*
*jerks them back open*

If you were in France yesterday you should have said.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*slumps onto sofa*

I didn't go to France. Bercow and I had a disagreement and it took quite a while to get things evened out.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*slides towards*

'bout his son?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*plays with George's forelock*

He was one of many topics discussed, yes.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Bercow - Bercow was in the chamber for -but s'pose you forget appointments if you were angry.

Glad you're back and twasn't my fault

*sleepy chuckle* 'least eyespymp didn't get wind of you thundering around parliament or me dining alone

*places glass on table*

Ti-i-*yawn*-red

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Yes...

*strokes hair*

Come on, bed time.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Thanks for - *waves vaguely at circle* - and don't run away without a trace again.

*drags self to feet*

And wear waistcoats more often.