bamfbercow
26 December 2012 @ 09:56 am
*John and Sally are fast asleep, John snoring slightly. In her sleep Sally reaches out to nudge John and murmurs to indicate that he should probably roll over or get hit in the face with a pillow until he stops snoring. Ten years of marriage has taught John well and he quickly shifts his sleeping position until he is situated on his other side. Just as he settles down to go back to sleep the bedroom door bursts open and three children jump onto the bed. Freddie is yelling “He’s been! He’s been!” at the top of his voice, while Oliver is explaining all about the special present Father Christmas (actually John) left at the end of his bed. Jemima, meanwhile, is demanding to know when they can open the rest of the gifts.*

*It takes a while, but eventually the Bercow family are situated in the living room, Sally clutching a rather large mug of coffee and John already on his second cup of tea. Freddie and Oliver are distributing the presents to their owners with a pile by one end of the sofa for Peter. Jemima watches, making sure they don’t “accidentally” take one of her presents.*

*The presents are distributed by 7 o’clock. Slightly more awake, Sally and John manage to distract the children for another half an hour with various Christmas-related issues but by 7.30 they can put the inevitable off no longer. John picks up the phone and calls Peter.*
 
 
bamfbercow
24 December 2012 @ 04:20 pm
*John rushes back from the Commons, starving. He knows the children will have eaten by now and that he’s missed dinner, so he’ll have to make do with whatever they’ve got in the fridge. By the time he gets back, John’s already planning a fry up. Upon opening the fridge door, however, it becomes clear that John will not be having any fried food.*

Ah.

*They need to do the weekly shop – Sally’s been too caught up in the court case business to do it and John’s been up in the constituency, so there’s hardly anything in; a couple of eggs on the top shelf, some milk, a packet of “Turkey Ham” (whatever that is) and some cheese are the most appetising items in the fridge.*

*John sighs and picks up the “Turkey Ham”. He looks through the sauces – no cranberry. And it’s a sure bet that Sally forgot to order any when she did the Christmas shop online. He’ll have to fetch some while he thinks of it or they’ll have to go without on Christmas day and that simply will not do. He stuffs a slice of the turkey stuff into his mouth, then gets out his phone to call Peter’s mobile. With Sally out with her friends, John needs to ask someone what other little things they’ll need for Christmas lunch. Peter’s bound to know - besides, the man's going to be part of the day, he should have some sort of say in the menu.*

*John calls Peter’s mobile. It can’t connect.*

*Odd, thinks John. His phone is never normally switched off. John shrugs it off, assuming a dead battery. He tries the house phone instead. It can’t connect either.*

*John does not start worrying. The only reason attempts to get through to Peter’s house via the fireplace is to ask about Christmas food shopping, and not to check the other man is ok. He certainly doesn’t start to panic when the wards bounce him back onto his living room floor. Instead of worrying – he really does need help with this shopping list – he teleports over to Peter’s house and knocks on the door.*

Peter? Are you in?