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“Mr Speaker,” the ripped the dispatch box, “I rise to inform the House which route has been selected by my departh the county of Shropshire”

If the word SILENCE hadn’t been displayed in bold on the wood-panelled walls, Seb would have leapt in the air when theShifnal Farm, as a section of the route for the proposed new motorway

Once the minister had dealt with several questions from local members, he resun affairs to begin

Seb and Vic had no interest in whether the government intended to impose economic sanctions on South Africa, so they slipped quietly out of the Strangers’ Gallery, made their way downstairs to the central lobby, and out onto Parliament Square That’s when Seb leapt in the air and screamed, “We did it!”

Sa the Guardian when a sleepy Sebastian appeared for breakfast the following

“Where were you last night?” she asked “I didn’t even hear you come in”

“Vic and I were out celebrating Sorry, I should have called to let you know”

“Celebrating what?” asked Sam, but Seb didn’t answer as he helped himself to a bowl of cornflakes

“Could it possibly be that Mr Sorked out that the new h the middle of Shifnal Far down at the article in front of her, “make a small fortune for a handful of speculators?” She handed the newspaper to Seb, who only glanced at the headline

“You have to understand,” said Seb between h money to buy a house in Chelsea”

“But will there be enough money left over for Mr Swann to build his theatre in Shifnal?”

“That depends…”

“On what? You gave him your word that if the information he supplied turned out to be correct, you would pay him the £8,234 he needed to complete his theatre”

“But I only earn four thousand a year,” protested Seb

“And you’re about to be given a bonus of forty thousand”