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[therealpm]

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[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Text from 07*********

If youcould tell the ptess to leave off my wofe, i's bs grateful. She can wear whatever fja likes. Just like Sam.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Text received from 07### ######

How much champagne have you drunk, George?

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Text from 07*********

Enouuh. You should vd heee.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Text received from 07### ######

...where precisely are you?

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Text from 07*********

Party. Garden. Lost Frances. Fmund wine.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*sends a text 'Stay exactly where you are and don't move.'*

*scrabbles into a three piece suit and suitably muted tie*

*scrawls a circle in chalk on the floor*

*disappears from room, reappears behind George*

Sssh...

[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]

.

[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?