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[therealpm]

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[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Is not noticeably pleased, given the warmth of the day, to be covered by a smugly snug chancellor, still somewhat stained with sweat and stale champagne.*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*grunts*

*jerks up, eyes wide*

Don't kiss the panda!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*raises eyes to deiling*

Should I be more worried or amused that your dreams feature Ed Miliband?

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

There was - I was - the Commons! And then - ow, my head

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*smirks and burrows back down under the covers*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

But - ow - what happened last night?

Are they still married?

*flumps down against pillows*
*instantly regrets violent action*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

As far as I know, yes. I don't tend to follow the minutae of palace life, so it's quite possible that a split has occurred without my being aware of it.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Good.

*tugs duvet around self in protective feather cave*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow*

*tugs off duvet and dumps at other end of bed*

*gets up and throws open the curtains*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*huddles into smallest ball possible*

You're a cruel, cruel Mandelson. It's a Sunday. It's a bank holiday. It's practically tradition to stay in bed all day - and I enjoy tradition

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

It's Saturday.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

...it feels like a Sunday

I want to sleep until it is actually Sunday

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*sits on edge of bed*
*pulls on a pair of trousers*

Well in that case I'd best go downstairs and leave you to it.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*turns head*

Stay

*reaches out*
*grunts in frustration*
*moves*
*curls hand around waist*

If not sleep, bed. We can talk in bed as well as anywhere else. It's the weekend! You don't have to be anywhere.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*disengages wrist*

Tea.

*ruffles hair*
*gets up and wanders out*
*pokes head back around the door with a pointed look*

A shower wouldn't go amiss either.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*sighs*
*drags self off bed*

And possibly some bacon?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*makes a pot of tea*

*gets out a box of granola and a yoghurt*

*pauses, harumphs and heats up the griddle for bacon and eggs*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*enters room towelling hair dry*

Wish your shower would make up it's mind. It's either scalding hot or freezing cold. Worse than a lib dem

Smells good

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, oh yes, it can be a little temperamental sometimes.

Tea?

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*mutters* Bet it's your bloody contraption

*raises eyebrow* Coffee

*slots bread in toaster*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

You can brew it yourself then.

*tips the eggs and bacon on to one plate*

*carries tea, granola and yoghurt over to the table*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*pours boiling water onto granules*

*watches colour disperse*

Text from David. He's got an excess of cupcakes from yesterday. He's sending them over

*butters toast*

*places one piece on own plate, two on Peter's*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*waits until George has turned away to put back the coffee*

*feeds bits of toast to Jack under the table.*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrows at dog choking on toast*

Yes, and you'll be eating them too.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

I am entirely satisfied with my tea and yoghurt, dear boy, but thank you for your consideration.