31 October, 8am. Miles Mandelson's house.
*Peter sips his very milky tea and does his best to ignore Miles, who is chattering away about a "very good physiotherapist, he lives in the next village. I'll give him a ring and see if he can come round today." Eventually, he points out that actually, he is perfectly capable of walking and doesn't need any assistance; a notion that Miles quickly shoots down by reminding him of his ill-fated attempts to get out of the car and walk up the garden path by himself yesterday.
His mood further deteriorates when Miles points out that being a werewolf would be an excellent hallowen costume. There's a pang of loss at the thought of his other form, which he doesn't quite know how to deal with. Instead, he gets out his phone, ignoring Miles' protestations about work at the breakfast table and texts John:*
Text from 07### ######
Bercow,
I haven't died.
Miles is somehow managing to be even more annoying than you.
wish the children a Happy Hallowe'en for me.
-Mandelson
His mood further deteriorates when Miles points out that being a werewolf would be an excellent hallowen costume. There's a pang of loss at the thought of his other form, which he doesn't quite know how to deal with. Instead, he gets out his phone, ignoring Miles' protestations about work at the breakfast table and texts John:*
Text from 07### ######
Bercow,
I haven't died.
Miles is somehow managing to be even more annoying than you.
wish the children a Happy Hallowe'en for me.
-Mandelson