The Rt Hon Gabriel Forstaller-Plumb wrinkled his nose while his intern gripped the too small wellington boot and heaved. Gabby squealed as he nearly tumbled over. ‘For Chrissake Carlton, be careful.’
The underling quailed and tried to tug with more control. Eventually the reluctant rubber gave up the struggle and the dyspeptic Member for West Wittering’s left foot popped into place. ‘Right.’ Gabby rubbed soft manicured fingers and looked at the assembled group. ‘Shall we finish this?’
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
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