Green-eyed Journos

[therealpm]

Whilst I am fully appraised of the need for transparency regarding a minister's finances whilst they are in office, I fail to see how the earnings of somebody who has been out of office for some considerable time can be anybody's business but their own.

Mr Heller will simply have to curb his enthusiasm.

Philip has died.

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[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Smirks* Some of us don't need to worry about things like that in this household.

*Sets about reorganising cushions on the chairs and puts a blanket within easy reach of Peter, should he need it*

I could have said the same about you but I thought better to rise above such petty jibes.

*Goes over to fire place and pokes at the fire*
*Flies a log in from outside and puts it onto the fire*
*Turns and leans against the mantelpiece*
*With a wave of his hand, Frank Sinatra starts playing and the wine bottle tops up Mandelson's glass*

Busy day?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*continues to stare at the wineglass, ignoring the idle bickering*

*after the third Sinatra song, and not a little squabbling from the other two, Peter unfolds and exits the room, slamming the door behind him*

*the noise startles the dogs, who run, barking, to his feet until he quiets them and leads them upstairs to the study, locking the door securely behind him*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Peter!

*rounds on Bercow*

Now look what you've done!

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

What I've done?!

Everything was perfectly under control until you arrived, I'll have you know!

*Snatches blanket back and puts it away*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

I popped out to walk the dogs! And when I come back, you're here and - you're folding it wrong!

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Glares*

I most certainly am not folding it incorrectly! This was how it came out of the cupboard!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*the sounds of distant applause and cheering drift down from the room above*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

I think I know how he likes his blankets folded a little more than you do.

Look, give it here *snatches from hands*

*folds irately*
*pauses mid crease*

Sorry. I'm sorry. It's been... look, could you go please? I'll give Peter your best wishes or... whatever.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Waves hand*
*Music stops, cork pops back in bottle and empty glasses fly though to kitchen and are promptly washed up*

Of course, I should have thought about...

If you would be so kind as to pass on a message for me? It's my son's birthday tomorrow and he's having a few friends round for jelly and ice cream. He's asked that Peter be there. If he feels up to it, we'd be delighted to see him.

*Casts out fire and steps into ashes*

Take care of him.

*Disappears*