Philip.

[therealpm]

The funeral was yesterday.

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[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Yes. You should hear what he says about your cooking.

*returns to petting the dog*

*looks up at George's mutinous face*

My boy, you are far too easy to rile.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

One day I will learn when you are joking... *sighs* And on that day, Norman will juggle and that mutt will fly

*smiles indulgently at the fact Peter's not swaddled in utter misery*

Explains why you don't eat much of it in any case...

Are you going to keep her? And what are you naming her - or has she told you her name?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Oh I should think so.

*rubs the dog's belly*

Cherie

Margaret

Glenys

I'm not sure, that will take a bit of thought.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Just... keep her out of my shoes. And my ties. And Jack's not sleeping on the bed; she's definitely not sleeping on the bed.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

I'll buy another dog basket, don't worry.

*eyes the dog critically as George has a sip of tea*

What about Louise?

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*chokes on tea*
*attempts to breathe*
*splutters some more*

Bastard.

And on that note - go to the pet shop whilst I destroy the Guardian's employment figures.