At his robust and insistent request Hugh is gradually adjusting to living the normal every day life of a Wolverhampton person, without any glitz and glamour, as opposed to the sequin encrusted showbiz life he enjoys in Notting Hill, but he has had a couple of lapses and seems to have forgotten that he has left his “man what does”, Stephane behind dans Londres.
And though I don’t mind taking him his breakfast in bed, because in some ways it’s easier than having him dip his finger in everything while I am trying to prepare it, I draw the line at making his bed!
So yesterday I had a little word ….. “Oh I am soooooooooo, soooooooo, sooooooo sorry, what am I like? I forget my ‘ead and my manners no???!” he cried “I promise, from zis henceforth moment I will not forget!”
I cannot deny that he did not forget, however, I strongly suspect that he did not forget to ask Nigel to lend him a hand! Nigel seems to have developed a huge man crush on Hugh and follows him round like a little lost puppy, hanging on to his every word and gazing lovingly up at him whenever he is talking……….