Bombshell Blond

Jenny nudged her friend and spilled their coffees. “Did you see that? Coming out of Conservative Cuts?”

Rose donned her spectacles and peered through the steamed window. “Can’t be. Not him, surely?” She watched the chubby blond chap trot to a waiting black car and slide into the back seat.

Jenny fiddled her phone with arthritic fingers. “Nobody will believe without proof. We can post this on Snapface. It’ll be contagious. That’s what my granddaughter says when something is popular.” She winked at Rose.

The limousine cruised past the cafe window.

“Bugger! I missed it.”

“Are you sure it was Boris?”