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[therealpm]

The sentiment? Admirable.

The execution? Despicable.

I do hope Mr Joyce is ashamed of himself.

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[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Freddie, don't be mean to your brother.

No throwing food, Jemima.

No Sally. Just... just no.

Never mind boys, eat up - Uncle Peter picked it out for you.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Oliver, I hear Nick Clegg eats all his greens.

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?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm sure.

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*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Oh have they, Sally? How very odd.

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...

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*returns*

...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.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

A chocice for whichever of you falls asleep first.

...

You have to brush your teeth before bed or it doesn't count!

Right, goodnight, John. Goodnight, Sally.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

....I don't think I've seen them move that fast if quite a while...

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....

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

There is nothing to renact!

...

*strides across to the fireplace with far more alacrity than is usual and leaves*