The things I do...

[therealpm]

*gets out of taxi*

*walks into the Houses of Parliament*

*wanders down several corridors before reaching the Speaker's Apartments*

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[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*sets teacup down and has to hide face behind hand to prevent from dissolving into giggles*

*composes self*

Very impressive, John.

Is that Freddie's school timetable on the side table or do you have it memorised by now?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Uncle Peter is just joking, Freddie.

Why don't you offer round the biscuits and then go and get ready for bed. Wouldn't it be a nice surprise for your mother to come home to?

...Yes it would, Freddie.

See, your brother agrees.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*sips tea*

Have you been relegated to the sofa again, John? You're looking a little weary.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Don't be preposterous, Peter. It's the Australian open. I've been up since 3 watching.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*takes out blackberry and investigates*

*mutters*

I wonder if the 'sleep' function still works...

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Peter, whatever you're doing, don't contemplate it any furth-

*Front door opens*

Sally! You're home!

*Gets up and goes to welcome Sally home*
*Gets handed a sleeping Jemima instead and Sally rushes off to go and talk to Peter*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Oh hello Sally!

Yes, I've brought some cake for the birthday boy.

No, not you Freddie.

Finish your tea first.

So how has your day been? Weren't you on the Wright Stuff this morning...

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I'll just... I'll be back in a moment.

*Goes and puts Jemima to bed*
*Returns*

I do believe it's time for cake, don't you boys?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*levitates the cake onto the coffee table and lights the candles*

Very well.

No, Freddie. We need to sing first.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Sits back and listens to a lovely rendition of Happy Birthday*

Thank you, that was most pleasant.

*Makes a wish and blows out the candles*

Now, who's for cake?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Have you finished your tea yet, Freddo?

Hmm?

Good boy.

A small slice, please, John.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Divides up cake accordingly*

Now, not a lot, boys, you have to go to bed soon.

No, you can't stay up and watch Question Time, you have school in the morning.

When you're older, then you can stay up later.

When you get really old like Uncle Peter and me, then you get to choose your own bedtimes.

...No, Oliver, I don't think it would be a good idea to let you try it now.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*raises voice slightly above the squabbling din*

Perhaps... we should start on the presents?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

For me? You shouldn't have, Peter.

Yes, Oliver, you may help me open it.

*Opens the present together*

It's a book called...

...thank you Peter. Most helpful, indeed, I don't quite know how to thank you.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Oh stop scowling.

*waits until Sally has finished giggling to pass over another present.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's.... Thank you, Peter. I shall add it to the collection.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

It's hideous, but I am well aware of your tastes in that area.

*grabs the final present and hands it over*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

There is nothing wrong with my taste in ties, I'll have you know.

*Opens final gift*

Marvellous! Are you staying for Question Time or shall we open this at a later date?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Well, I-

*is promptly sat on by Freddie*

...suppose so.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Freddie, you have school tomorrow. Off to bed with you, this is grown up time.

Yes, thank you Oliver - when you're older you can stay up.

We'll keep the idea under constant review.

Now come on, I'll tuck you in.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*waves goodnight to Freddie*

*begins to tuck into cake*

...Freddie, go to bed.

Now.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Come on, little man. Bed or there won't be any cake left for you in the morning.

*Ushers Freddie out of the room*

Open the bottle I'll be back in a moment...

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*settles back in the seat*

*polishes off the cake*

Hmph. Long day, Sally?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Comes back into room and settles self down on sofa*

This should be interesting...

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

A fresh and honest response from Twigg there, don't you think so, Sally?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Was there really ever any doubt that Sally as going to agree with you on that, Peter?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

You can hardly accuse the Labour party of idealogical hegemony.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I'm doing no such thing, I simply know that you and Sally tend to agree on quite a lot.

Interesting question for you two, care to answer it?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Were I on the panel then I am sure that I would be happy to do so.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Not going to offer an opinion? I'm shocked, Peter, shocked.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Sally...

Sally... fingering isn't that funny.

I'm not!

I'm being entirely truthful.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Sally, calm down.

For once I completely agree with Peter.