Alfred and Canute were just finishing their cornflakes. I said I'd drop them up the prep, which I did although Alfy said he had a tummy bug so I gave him the slip, or a day off you might want to call it, brought him along down Bushy park with me, instead - with the hound.
I was on the mobile telephone. Deutsche had some beef with Rothschild, it was extremely imvolving, tense negotiations with 2B UK dollars in the pipe. I must have lost my eye on the game, the chase, whatever
That f**king labrador. If I never see another stag or deer again.
Although since the film franchise rights were purchased, sold, acquired - Beverley Hills does not seem quite so grubby. I can see the Pacific from here. Both the boys are surfing