William Hague - My Fake Diary

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

I was laying in bed this morning picking at Lucien's underarm hairs, and I had an idea.

Perhaps I should spend a night with Ffion occasionally.

I know she doesn't fuss about such things... well, maybe when I get back from Damascus, because I'll be assessing our new Bulgarian gardener Donka Kuruhubeva overnight.

I got rid of the last gardener Estislav Plonkatakov, he was a Bulgarian too. He was caught laughing at my foibles.