William Hague - My Fake Diary

Sunday, 27 November 2011

This morning one of my personal assistants, Lucien, came into the bedroom to gently stir my desires to life, and offer me my breakfast tray, and declared he's taking a course at night school in embroidery and needlework. He doesn't rest on his laurels, it is I, that usually does that for him.

Ffion is off on another of her free Barclay's bank paid-advisor's jaunts again today, off to a company in Aberystwyth, called Findaman Agency. So Julian will be able to join Lucien and myself in the den, advising, making a beef casserole between us, and encouraging each other for a bit.

I must write to Philip and ask him what Lizzie would like for Christmas, it's so difficult for a billionaire like myself to know what to buy the richest woman in England for a gift.