Mr. Ledger said, with a twinkle in his eye. “No helping yourselves to my cognac, no poker games, no dancing girls and no, I repeat no, circus performers.”“If we weren’t new here,” Mrs. Ledger added, somewhat frostily and clearly annoyed by her husband’s flippancy, “you’d have a babysitter. As it is, we don’t know anyone, so you’re being left on trust.”“Come along, Barbara,” her husband chivvied her. “They’ll be all right.”“Thanks for letting Sebastian stay over,” Tim said. “Just so long as who needs to know knows,” his father replied, holding his car keys up and jangling them in midair, at the same time giving his wife a brief but searching look as she fumbled in her handbag. “We’re off. Be back about eleven.”“There are some sandwiches in the fridge,” Mrs. Ledger announced, “and you can have the cheese, but not the gorgonzola. The Pepsis are in the cool-box compartment at the bottom of the door. Don’t eat the cold chicken because that’s for lunch tomorrow.
What do You think about Doctor Illuminatus (2007)?
