Put those in a dish, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and a little pepper then put in at 200 degrees.
Already working on it
*taps away on blackberry whilst John bustles in the kitchen. By the time food is served, the phone is back in his pocket and he walks out to the dining room with a smug grin on his face*
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:02 pm (UTC)Put those in a dish, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and a little pepper then put in at 200 degrees.
Already working on it
*taps away on blackberry whilst John bustles in the kitchen. By the time food is served, the phone is back in his pocket and he walks out to the dining room with a smug grin on his face*
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:07 pm (UTC)No throwing food, Jemima.
No Sally. Just... just no.
Never mind boys, eat up - Uncle Peter picked it out for you.
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:10 pm (UTC)Good boy.
No, Freddie, that's no reason for you not to. After all, I always eat all of mine.
John, are you sure he isn't part hoover?
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:13 pm (UTC)Well, wasn't that lovely?
*Sees Jemima yawn*
Is someone tired?
Come on then, I'll take you to bed. Boys, can you be very responsible and sort the table out for me? I knew you could...
*leaves, holding Jemima*
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:17 pm (UTC)Right, I ought to be leaving for my own bed fairly soon...
Freddie, let go of my leg.
Well you can come and visit The Machine at some point instead, how about that?
Good, now are you going to let go?
Freddie...
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:20 pm (UTC)...Freddie, let go of Uncle Peter's leg.
Yes, he will visit again soon, don't worry.
Freddie, Oliver - I do believe it's bedtime. Chop, chop.
...Boys, come on.
...Please?
Please go to bed.
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:24 pm (UTC)...
You have to brush your teeth before bed or it doesn't count!
Right, goodnight, John. Goodnight, Sally.
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:27 pm (UTC)Yes, yes, goodnight Peter; feel free to stop by whenever.
No, Sally, not "into our bed"!
No! Peter and I don't have our own-
Leave. Now. Before you get dragged into this.
Yes, I do believe I would know if we had that sort of arrangement....
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Date: 2012-02-23 10:29 pm (UTC)...
*strides across to the fireplace with far more alacrity than is usual and leaves*