That silly little film.

[therealpm]

I was not retired. I chose to move into an alternative field after a long and fulfilling political career.

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[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Tries not to smirk at Peter's childish display*

*Goes off to make tea instead*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*glares at the toe of his own perfectly polished shoe*

*glances about for a newspaper, but only the Telegraph is within reach*

*bites back a huff, and returns to glaring at shoe*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Returns with tea*

Shall I transport some of Oliver's most recent biscuit batch over?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*grudgingly accepts proffered mug of tea*
*shifts glare to contents of mug*

...yes.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John waves his hand a plate of biscuits appears on the other side of the table. This time they are decorated with smiley faces.*
*He picks up the copy of The Telegraph and begins to flick through it*

You're not going to put the writers of that show through The Machine are you?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*glances up so sharply that a small drop of tea slops over the side*

I hardly see how that is a matter which concerns you.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Continues to skim through the paper*

Curious, that's all. Want to know if I should keep my schedule free to clean up afterwards. And Freddie would love to see The Machine again...

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

It is not appropriate viewing for children.

*returns to glaring at tea*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Slams paper down*

Good Lord, Peter, I didn't mean take him to see... well, that! I meant afterwards, when you're no longer murderously angry.

*Goes back to reading the paper and drinking tea*

The sooner you get it out of your system, the better.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*sulks*

*nibbles a biscuit*

*sulks*

They had me wearing a cardigan.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

It's been known to happen.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Once, John. Once!

...and why have you been keeping tabs on my garment choices, anyway?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I haven't, Freddie has. Whenever we take him clothes shopping he tries to find 'Uncle Peter clothes'. We have to have the 'suits are not appropriate football kit' conversation more often than I care to admit.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow*

The burdens of parenthood.

*sips tea*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*stares into tea again*

*suddenly shoves it aside onto the table and stands*

This has all been very enervating, but I have business to attend to. I am sure you know the way out.

*sets off downstairs to the laboratory*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Peter?

*Watches him go and then, after putting tea and newspaper down, follows to door*

Peter, you aren't going to do anything rash, are you?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*a voice emerges, winding up the stairwell from the cellar*

John, I never do anything rash. Now be a good boy and toddle off.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Follows downstairs and leans against the nearest wall*

I was planning to take the boys to the match against Sunderland tomorrow so I hope whatever it is you're planning will not require a cover up operation in the near future.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*spins around with a slightly hunted expression*

*face quickly clears*

...of course not.

*returns to chopping a somewhat furry root*

Go home, John.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Glances at the root*

I don't think that would be a good idea. What are you planning, Peter?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*finishes chopping and wipes the pieces into a small pot*

You enquiry assumes that I am planning something. Some of us see brewing as more than just a means to an end.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Watches Peter fetch more ingredients*

It's a fair enough assumption given the current circumstances. As much as I - similar to most politicians - enjoy listening to my own voice, I would appreciate an answer. What are you planning, Peter?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*stirs cauldron*

Really, John. That tone may gain some traction in the House, but it has no place here.

*shreds a fernlike plant and sprinkles it into the mix*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't need to attempt that tone if you would simply share your intention.