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[therealpm]

I am not certain that Adonis is entirely right in the head. Moving an elected House of Lords away from Britain's legal, financial and cultural capital will simply serve to nullify any influence it may gain by being democratically elected and will only serve to contribute to the elected dictatorship of the commons.

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[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*The phone in John's pocket buzzes for a 5th time. Without thinking, John groggily reaches into his pocket and declines the call. He then tries to roll over but is met with a pair of feet and the edge of the sofa. Peter - apparently still sleeping - kicks John in the face. John yells out, in pain*

Ow!

*John sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time. He discovers that he has 3 missed calls and 2 texts from his wife. He reads the messages.*

Merlin's beard!

*He tries to make a dash for the fireplace to get home, but is still tangled in the blankets. As a result, both he and Peter end up falling off the sofa and onto the floor*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Wssfgl.

...fneh?

*blinks, rubs eyes and then blinks again*

...John, go and make some tea.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John tries to disentangle himself from the blankets*

I can't, Peter - I have to get back. I promised the boys I'd take them to the football!

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*locates glasses*

*shoots John a quizzical look*

Why, when does it start?

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Checks time on phone*

In about...

...3 hours ago.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*levers self onto the sofa and arranges the blankets around his legs*

...fetch a pot of tea. A slice of toast as well would not go amiss.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*John listens to one of the voicemail messages Sally left. Her shouting can be heard on the other side of the room*

No, Peter. I'm going home to apologise to my wife and children.

*Kicks blankets out of the way, walks to the fireplace and leaves through it*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*potters around the kitchen and brews a cup of tea*

*peers out of the window*

Text from 07### ######

John,

clear skies. Hoards distracted by a trivial ball game. Perfect flying conditions.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Text from 07### ######

Peter,

As marvellous as the idea is, Sally is refusing to even acknowledge my existence at the moment and I simply cannot take them both flying by myself.

-John

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Text from 07### ######

John,

I suppose, given that you have been so generous as to donate an entire bottle of port to my cellar, that I might be prevailed upon to provide the requisite extra supervision.

-Peter

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Text from 07### ######

Peter,

That is still my bottle of port - you are merely looking after it for a while. If you would be so kind as to pop round we shall make the final arrangements and leave.

-John