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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[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*Searches around for equipment to arm self with*
*Finds none*
*Skulks upstairs to bedroom*
*Knocks on door hesitantly*

Peter?
*rolls eyes at dog barks*
May I please come in?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*lets head drop back on the join between wall and desk*

*closes eyes and breathes deeply through nose; in and out for 10 breaths*

*flicks a finger at the door and the latch clicks open*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*fusses over dogs momentarily*
*searches for*

There you are.

*kneels next to*

I'm sorry. For - what happened downstairs Philip everything I'm sorry.

*winds arm around shoulders quietly*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Sits upright, but very carefully does not lean into George*

I'm fine.

*brusquely checks phone, then places it on the desk*

*Faces George with a determined expression*

It happens.

As the years go by, it will happen more frequently.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Don't look at me like that. I'm not a journalist ready to ravage you for a hint of reportable emotion.

*doesn't shift arm*

That doesn't mean it's not awful.

*sends text*

*resolutely looks away from Peter and up at screen*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*fusses a bit and rearranges George's arm to be more comfortable*

*stares down at jack, dozing quite happily with his head in peter's lap, until the Iron Lady's familiar tones jerk his heard up to look at the screen*

Ah... the start of the home-straight.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you got catastrophically drunk that evening

*attempts to prevent mouth twisting in distaste*
*does not quite succeed*

*sighs and relaxes back against wall, prepared for a large amount of grumbling abuse aimed at his party*
*traces circles on Peter's arm and begins to doze*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*phone buzzes and a mug of tea appears next to it*

*Peter cradles it in two hands and wriggles slightly closer to George, as he watches the resignation play out with a small smile on his face*