Parties over by Paul Deulin and John Hunter.

And there we are.

One Shepherd's Hut come garden off his built from scratch by my own hand.

I really am becoming quite the craftsman.

You are my love, aside from the fact it came in a flat-packed kitten Jones.

It must have been out to work.

I've got to move it three times.

It almost had tourbines really, particularly about where his shed goes.

Shepherd's Hut, Jones, not a shed.

This bespoke Alpine Hut is the start of a new chapter in my life.

The command centre from which I launch my comeback.

And most importantly, it's five square feet bigger than David Cameron's.

So Cameron could eat it.

Or get a lobbyist to eat it for him.

Size isn't important, darling. It's what you do in it that counts.

Well, next week I'll be posing in it for a few casual photographs

that are chat to a journalist from the Sunday Times.

Might drop the size difference into conversation.

You're right, Jones.

I've not seen you this out of breath since my gel had lost some on the one show.

No, no, it's not even worried about me, Mrs. T. Hayes.

Exercise, it's all part of the menu regime.

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