Hannah grew bored of nights out in DC, massages and pedicures, and having a king-sized bed to herself. Having successfully made sure that Hilary got the Democratic nomination she jumped on a 747. She was overjoyed to see us and the Dairy Milk bars we've been purchasing for her as we travel around.
"Is the holiday over now?" Pete asked.
"Of course not, it's only just beginning," I told him, pouring myself a G&T. "Now go and play with your mother..."
Yay - Mummy's here!
English idyll.
It must be the summer.