3 July 2017
The Clinton Household, Sherwin St.
Henley, Sydney, New South Wales
"When is Chelsea coming in?" Hillary asked. She was holding a tray of finger foods, arranged playfully while the Prime Minister and her husband stayed at their constituency home. The weather was beautiful, a gorgeous 20C with barely a cloud in the sky. The two were on the private, master bedroom balcony, looking out at the sunrise. Hillary watched as Bill shuffled over in a bathrobe and slippers, both a shade of green.
"I don't know; but it's good to be home. Not at the Lodge, not at Kirribilli House," Bill responded.
"You mean around the corner at Kirribilli," Hillary giggled. "There were many a time that people of power could come visit us if they really wanted to, and they did!" Hillary turned and Bill turned to embrace her closely. "No, not yet; we both have morning breath. Let me at least brush my teeth first." Bill frowned.
"Awww, come on Hillary. It's a beautiful sunrise....it's just the kind of romance that we keep missing out on at the Lodge," Bill groaned. Hillary said nothing but pecked her husband on the cheek rather than on the lips.
"Trust me, you'll thank me for the suggestion later; besides, I think we've got Tanya coming by again by breakfast, too," Hillary smiled. She walked into the living area; she and Bill preferred the larger bedroom space of the bed on the second floor. She simply stood; the phone didn't ring, nothing happened. The country had been running smoothly now that she's at home. She largely became Caretaker Minister, keeping in check with permanent secretaries and colleagues as she was on winter recess until August. The fast pace of Canberra and the slowness of suburban Sydney life couldn't have been more in contrast of each other.
The kitchen was the place that Hillary felt the most at ease. She opened the refrigerator and pilled out various fruits, vegetables, a rasher of bacon, eggs, and orange juice. Reaching into the pantry above her, she decided on pancakes. Lost in her own thoughts, she got cooking away, and the fanciful smells of breakfast attracted Bill into the kitchen and dining area.
"Smells good," Bill said, now having put on normal clothes. "Isn't it nice to be away from all the politics?"
"You didn't say that when we moved into this house back in 1991," Hillary grumbled.
"Well...I wasn't a big fan of what happened in 1991, if I recall correctly," Bill replied.Canberra - June 1991
"Why did you do that, for fuck's sake, Paul!?" bellowed Bill. It wasn't the first time that the Cabinet Room was where Bill started yelling, but he had been more than pissed off after what happened that day.
"Because I had no other choice; I think he's gone off it now!" Paul yelled back, starting to turn redder than the apples in the basket off to the side. "Bob is gonna take this government off a cliff edge and we'll lose to the Nats if we don't get it under control!"
"So you're the one to do it; not warn Cabinet, not tell anyone. Just GO AND DO IT ALL BY YOUR SELF!" Bill shouted back. "I mean, shit, people used to call me the ambitious one but you really take the fucking cake, Paul."
The two stood in angry silence, aides walking past the Cabinet Room hurriedly.
"What did you expect me to do; watch as we go into the next election and lose?" Paul asked. "I know that this recession that Australia is..."
"Your bloody fault; I was with you on the deregulation, floating the dollar, capital gains tax, but the ideas you're putting forward aren't going to work for the country," growled Bill. "Let's not even get to the fact that you stole all of those from me back in 1984 to give Bob the support from the Right."
"Christ, that's what this is about, isn't it?" Paul grumbled. "You're upset that it says Treasurer, Paul Keating on the government sheet while you're just Foreign Minister; I get it. You wanted to stay at home with Hillary and Chelsea."
"It's not about them!" It was very apparent that Bill was going to round on Paul. "It's about you and your arrogance. You always assumed that you would be the next one to be Prime Minister and Labor leader after Hawke. After he met me, your position was changed and the Kirribilli Agreement made it even worse. You thought I wasn't going to honour that agreement between the two of you, insert myself and become Prime Minister. I NEVER wanted it. I wanted to support both of you and do what I could to help change Australia."
Another long pause kept the two men from coming to blows. Paul didn't say anything.
"Bill, I'm sorry...but I had to follow my belief. Hewson is gaining on us and we could lose. Back me, though, and I'll make you my Treasurer," Paul asked. Bill stopped in his tracks. He thought for a long time, not saying anything. Could he do that? Could he betray the trust of Bob Hawke, who still was Prime Minister and still one of his political heroes? Or could he back Paul and ride a smooth trip to the Treasury?
"...Paul....I can't," Bill sighed.
"Then you're out of the Ministry when I become Prime Minister, and I suggest..." Paul began.
"Don't worry; I'll have started my own party before you get that far..."
Paul looked at Bill with intense silence. He said nothing; he simply exited the Cabinet Room, feeling betrayed by Bill and his statement.
Prime Minister's OfficeParliament House, Canberra, ACT29 June 2017'God, that deal took forever,' the Prime Minister thought. She was swirling her usual work accompaniment, a glass of Tasmanian shiraz wine. 'I lost an entire day of work.'As she typed away, answering emails and contacting other ministers, a tap at the door interrupted her flow."You better have wine, and this better be important," the Prime Minister snapped. She looked up, and saw the Cabinet Minister, Tony Burke, standing in front of her again."Well done, Hillary," Tony replied. "Way to get the AWU on side.""You're lucky that the Labor Right actually like me, and that your contacts actually paid off; otherwise..." Hillary began, still trying to write her emails. She decided it was better to just stop. Besides, it was almost time for Question Time."Now we can get our working majority in the Senate, it'll be easier to get everything through," Tony replied. He poured himself a glass of wine from his own bottle, this one a white."Really? White wine?" Hillary joked. "Where's the fish?""I can't do red, Hill," Tony laughed. The two sat in silence, basking in their triumph. Hillary stood up and the two held their glasses. "Cheers, Tony....to one year of good government," Hillary grinned. She was beaming with all of her accomplishments."And here's to another election win in 2020," Tony replied. "Now, go get 'em in Question Time." And with that, the Prime Minister and her loyal Cabinet Minister left her office for the last Question Time before the winter recess.
16 June 2017 - 6:00 a.m.Etchingham: Two more results from the election that we didn't get to cover last night. We've got the final totals coming in, soon to be ratified by the Electoral Commission. The DUP were right on target with 271 seats and will form the next government. The SDP managed to lose 15 seats in total, gaining some in Scotland to mitigate the crushing they had in England. They sit at 182. The Liberal Progressives sit at 16, the SNP at 27, down from the 40 from last time, Plaid on 3, and the Greens hold their 1. UKIP get wiped out of the Parliament altogether, though not Euroscepticism as the SDP make a pivot to court their core vote in the North by showing sceptical opinions towards the European Union. Let's take a look at the UK map.Look at that sea of blue across the United Kingdom. Theresa May will be expected to go to Buckingham Palace this morning to ask His Majesty the King to form the next government, of which she will have a majority of 40. Representing a vast majority of territory in England and Ireland, and clubbing the SDP in rural Wales and Scotland, she will have the freedom to shuffle and form her Cabinet in the way that she sees fit. This ends our election coverage, next will be Good Morning Britain, continuing the discussion about the election. Thank you to Kristina, Peta, George, and Ed for being here all night with me. Fancy a coffee now?Credlin: Yeah, a nice black coffee and a good breakfast. Kristina and I have to get home to Australia tomorrow, but we want to see more of the UK. It's been a fabulous time here.Keneally: Absolutely, and even though we're on opposite sides of the spectrum and get into some heated arguments on the screen, we're good friends. Osborne: If ITV is buying, I'll gladly take up the offer, Julie.Etchingham: Well, it looks like....oh, they've brought it in for us during Good Morning Britain! Because we aren't done yet guys. We have to talk on Good Morning Britain with the presenters there as their election panel.Balls: Yvette is gonna hate me. That breakfast looks really good.Etchingham: This has been your ITV election news team, good morning everyone.
9 June 2017Woking, England"Why are we even campaigning in this seat. It's so DUP blue I can't tell if it's water, the sky, or the voters," Jess grumbled. She was trying to help the local SDP candidate get a swing in her direction, but the seat of Woking has been such a DUP safe seat, that she questioned the reasoning of coming out in the first place. Fiona Colley, the local candidate for the Social Democrats, turned around and looked at Jess as people kept walking past, not even bothering to take any information or engage in debate, which happened in the other seats around London Jess had been in today. As one of the more visible SDP MPs, she was responsible for helping out the national campaign. Why Starmer was even sending her there was beyond her."It's alright," Fiona replied. "I appreciate the help anyway. If we can get a swing on in areas like this, maybe we can win the election. We're going to need Tory safe seats to turn red anyway.," Jess couldn't deny that logic. But this one? Jonathan Lord had 121,441, and the last SDP candidate 39,270. Not even close. "Alright, then. A few more than we can pop round the pub for a bite," Fiona groaned, herself starting to feel a little bit of the abnormal heat in the streets of Woking.Dublin, Ireland"Really? We're in with a shot?" asked Tim Farron. He had just delivered a speech in Dublin to a crowd of students at Trinity College, Dublin. He was with his leader, Vince Cable, heading around Ireland, trying to drum up support away from the SDP. The Irish electorate was notoriously conservative, moreso than the English, but they were in a matter of social issues. Putting together a majority here for any of the parties to the left of the DUP would be tough. Vince and Tim were having dinner with their wives at one of the restaurants overlooking St. Stephen's Green and Grafton Street. The evening light of Dublin with its soft pinks and oranges illuminated the green in a pastel brilliance. "Yeah; we're having a resurgence in metropolitan areas like this, where the SDP may have spooked off some who aren't as keen with the left-wing populist, socialist tone coming from them," Vince replied, tucking into a roast. "Plus, we're the only party in the left that isn't going to burn the pocket book and looks to modify capitalism rather than overhaul the entire economy. That's a good boost for us as well.""The wild card is the UKIP vote. We haven't heard much from them beyond the debate, and I mean...Nigel didn't do terrible," Tim said, poking around his plate of fish and chips."Irrelevant. The SDP wooed them back this election cycle. UKIP might disappear completely. But now the SDP are stuck in this populist mode that they can't get out. You'd think that a party that promotes itself as social democracy would find a way to be to the left of us, but we're the real left alternative here," Vince answered. "We're in a good spot right now. I think we'll prove everyone wrong in this election."The two men continued to eat.
Dear mister Jock Spurgeon-PriceMinister of Foreign Affairs United Kingdom Foreign Office,First of all we, and the whole of the turkmenbaijani people, would like to thank you for the sympathy towards the victims and their families of the double-attack on the central market place in Arkhamnamabad. Our peoples do have good relations with eachother and by this condolences you are affirming this. Concerning your offer of assistance during the elections of the 26th of june, the turkmenbaijani state is delighted and accepts this outstretched hand to secure a free and open election.Althus, the authorities of the State Turkmenbaijan allow that:
Independent electoral scrutineers drawn from the Britisch Electoral Commission, as well as the Gallambrian Electoral Commission;Members of the various Civilian and Military Police forces from both the Gallambrian Defence Force and the British Armed Forces, to provide polling place security, ballot box escorting to and from the polling places, as well as counting house security, all under the direction, in cooperation and dialogue with the superiors of the above mentioned forces, of the Himiýa Polís.By this we are hoping to ensure the citizens and residents of Turkmenbaijan, you as government of Gallambria and the United Kingdom and all other governments the goodwill of Turkmenbaijan in progress and democracy.Hoping for a good cooperation,Gülan Burhamayew,Head of State Service of Internal Affairs,President of the State Turkmenbaijan
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"We are strong friends and budding allies, and of course I see your point. However, our current trading obligations have grown the British economy, and it would be an issue for any Government, mine or someone else's, of the United Kingdom. I'm glad we're meeting to discuss reform. If I could be frank, the United Kingdom would like to see us turn into a free trade zone that cooperates together that still allows for all of the nations to trade with others freely. We would also like to see NESTO cooperate on intelligence and security, and the ability to move capital, goods, and people freely between our nations. I am afraid that the Parliament that we will be looking at for the next five years would only have the appetite for that," Theresa responded.She was, of course, hopeful when Violet announced that there was going to be a meeting where a final summit would take place."I do hope we can all come to an agreement on participation for NESTO and get the best possible deal for all of our nations. Thank you for the phone call, it was lovely to hear from you. Ta."