‘The new National Health Bill is about to leave the Commons and come to the Lords. It will be my job to steer it through the House clause by clause, before sending it back to the Commons, with I hope not too many opposition amendments attached.’
‘That won’t be easy with Giles trying to trip you up at every turn,’ said Grace, ‘though I expect you’ll catch him out on the detail.’
‘Maybe, but he’s still one of the finest debaters in either House, even though he’s been relegated to the back benches.’
‘Has he given up any hope of rejoining the shadow cabinet?’ asked Samantha.
‘I think the answer to that has to be yes, because Michael Foot can’t have been pleased with his outspoken remarks following the donkey jacket incident.’
‘Turning up at the Cenotaph on Remembrance Sunday wearing a donkey jacket revealed a certain lack of political nous,’ suggested Seb.
‘Just a pity Giles couldn’t keep his mouth shut on the subject,’ said Grace, as Emma handed her a coffee.
‘The front bench’s loss is our gain,’ said Seb. ‘Since Giles has rejoined the board of Farthings, he’s opened doors we didn’t have a key to.’
‘Joining the board of a City bank is something else that won’t have endeared him to Michael Foot,’ said Emma. ‘So I don’t suppose we’ll see him on the front bench again until the Labour Party has a new leader.’
‘And possibly not even then,’ suggested Seb. ‘I’m afraid the next generation may well consider Giles a bit of a dinosaur, and, to quote Trotsky, consign him to the dustbin of history.’
‘You couldn’t get a dinosaur into a dustbin,’ said Harry from a corner chair no one else would have dreamed of sitting in. The rest of the family burst out laughing.
‘Enough of politics,’ said Emma, turning to Samantha. ‘I want to know what Jessica’s been up to, and why she hasn’t joined us for the weekend.’
‘I think she’s got a boyfriend,’ said Sam.
‘Isn’t she a bit young?’ said Harry.
‘She’s sixteen going on twenty,’ Seb reminded his father.
‘Have you met him?’ asked Emma.
‘No. In fact, we’re not even meant to know about him,’ said Sam. ‘But when I was tidying her room the other day, I couldn’t avoid seeing a drawing of a handsome young man on the wall beside her bed, where a poster of Duran Duran used to be.’
‘I still miss my daughter,’ said Harry wistfully.
‘There are times when I’d be only too happy to give you mine,’ said Seb. ‘Last week I caught her trying to slip out of the house wearing a mini skirt, pink lipstick and high heels. I sent her back upstairs to remove the lipstick and change. She locked herself in her room and hasn’t spoken to me since.’
‘What do you know about the boy?’ asked Harry.
‘We think his name is Steve, and we know he’s the captain of the school football team,’ said Sam. ‘So I suspect Jessica is waiting in a long queue.’
‘I don’t think Jessie does queues,’ said Grace.
‘And my other grandchild?’ asked Emma.
‘Jake’s now walking without actually falling over,’ said Sam, ‘and spends most of his time heading for the nearest exit, so frankly he’s a handful. I’ve put on hold any idea of going back to work for the time being, as I can’t bear the thought of handing over the little fellow to a nanny.’
‘I admire you for that,’ said Emma. ‘I sometimes wonder if I should have made the same decision.’
‘I agree,’ said Seb, leaning on the marble fireplace. ‘I’m a classic example of someone who had a deprived upbringing, and ended up depraved.’
‘Gee, Officer Krupke,’ said Harry.
‘I had no idea you were that with it, Dad,’ said Seb.
‘I took your mother to see West Side Story at the Bristol Old Vic on our wedding anniversary. And if you haven’t seen it, you should.’
‘Seen it,’ said Seb. ‘Farthings Kaufman is the show’s biggest backer.’
‘I’d never thought of you as an angel,’ said Harry. ‘And I certainly didn’t see any mention of it in your latest portfolio report.’
‘I put half a million of our clients’ money into the show, but considered it too high a risk for the family, even though I had a dabble myself.’
‘So we missed out,’ said Grace.
‘Mea culpa,’ admitted Seb. ‘You ended up with a 7.9 per cent annual return on your capital, while my other clients managed 8.4 per cent. West Side Story turned out to be a slam-dunker, to quote the American producer, who keeps sending me a cheque every quarter.’
‘Perhaps you’ll put us into your next show,’ said Emma.
‘There isn’t going to be a next show, Mama. It didn’t take much research to discover I’d been blessed with beginner’s luck. Seven West End shows out of ten lose every penny for their investors. One in ten just about breaks even, one makes a worthwhile return, and only one in a hundred doubles its money, and they’re usually the ones you can’t get into. So I’ve decided to quit show business while I’m ahead.’
‘Aaron Guinzburg tells me the next big hit will be something called Little Shop of Horrors,’ said Harry.