 You're only playing up to me now. You don't really want to a bit. I'm aching for it. I love you. This weekend's going to be strenuous. Hell upon earth. There's 15 million people in the house. We'll get up at seven and rush away down the river. No, we won't. Don't let either of us agree to anything we say. We'll both be difficult. I adore being difficult. You certainly do. But I'm in the most lovely mood now. Just seeing you makes me feel grand. Is your father here? Yes, he's working on a new novel.