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]

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.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*strains some of the larger lumps out of the mixture with a silver sieve*

It is not your place to interrogate me, especially not in my own home.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't need to press the point if you would just tell me what it is you are planning to do.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*looks up and smirks*

Rather arrogant to assume you have a right to know, isn't it?

*stirs the cauldron again*

I have already told you that it is none of your affair.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

We're politicians, Peter; arrogance is a given.

How am I to know that I do not need to know what you're doing unless I know what it is and deem it so that I do not need to know?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Speak for yourself.

Whilst your mastery of the script of Yes Minister is impressive, I am given to understand that the show is due to close soon and that they will not require any more actors to step into the role of Sir Humphrey.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Stop trying to derail the conversation. What is your plan?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

John, you are not James Bond, and it is absurd to pretend otherwise.

*sniffs the mixture gingerly*

*begins to line up bottles on the desk*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

All I want to know is that you're planning to do - tell me that and I shan't bother you any longer.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

I am planning to bottle this potion and then retire to bed.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

And what are you planning to do with the potion once it has been bottled and cooled?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Begins pasting labels onto the bottles*

Nothing that will require your intervention.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Do you know, for some reason I'm reluctant to believe you.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*carefully writes a serial number on each label*

I am deeply wounded by your lack of trust, John.

*selects a small funnel and begins to pour the liquid into the first bottle*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

That I highly doubt.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*turns away and continues to fill up each bottle carefully, exactly to a mark at the base of the neck, then stoppering each one with a dark blue cork.*

*files each one away in meticulously ordered and labelled cabinet*

*wipes down all surfaces, scrubs clean all utensils*

...

...why are you still here?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Well, it's either continue to be here and annoy you or go home and get yelled at for being here and annoying you. And putting off the inevitable for just a little longer seemed like a good idea.