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sea_galeBrown made and Nick and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.
“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.
I got an expression of grave concern on my ruddy face. Nick comforted me. When we went back to the castle Brown took us to Peter Mandelson and Alistair Darling who were both looking very angry.
“They were having a summit meeting in the Cabinet Room!” he yelled in a furious voice.
“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Darling.
“How dare you?” demanded Mandelson.
And then Nick shrieked. “BECAUSE IT IS VITAL THAT ALL PARTIES ACT IN THE NATIONAL INTEREST AND NOT OUT OF NARROW POLITICAL ADVANTAGE!”
Everyone was quiet. Brown and Darling still looked mad but Mandelson said. “Fine. Very well. You may go to your second homes.”
Nick and I went outside while the Labour ministers glared at us.
“Are you okay, Dave?” Nick asked me gently.
“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to my bedroom and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into silk navy blue pajamas and slippers. When I came out….
Nick was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to recite ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there (Samantha was glaring at him suspiciously). We shook hands and patted each other’s backs. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back to his house.
“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.
I got an expression of grave concern on my ruddy face. Nick comforted me. When we went back to the castle Brown took us to Peter Mandelson and Alistair Darling who were both looking very angry.
“They were having a summit meeting in the Cabinet Room!” he yelled in a furious voice.
“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Darling.
“How dare you?” demanded Mandelson.
And then Nick shrieked. “BECAUSE IT IS VITAL THAT ALL PARTIES ACT IN THE NATIONAL INTEREST AND NOT OUT OF NARROW POLITICAL ADVANTAGE!”
Everyone was quiet. Brown and Darling still looked mad but Mandelson said. “Fine. Very well. You may go to your second homes.”
Nick and I went outside while the Labour ministers glared at us.
“Are you okay, Dave?” Nick asked me gently.
“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to my bedroom and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into silk navy blue pajamas and slippers. When I came out….
Nick was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to recite ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there (Samantha was glaring at him suspiciously). We shook hands and patted each other’s backs. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back to his house.