I can't believe Fabrice and Antoine sneaked out last night. My pack of trained chihuahuas were guarding their door too.
I've just sent my maid to look in on them and apparently they seemed to be draped in some sort of massive grubby item. There was a strong smell of industrial alcohol too. I'll ask the butler to send them in to see me in the morning room to explain themselves.
This Argy Bargy place seems somewhat disreputable despite hearing that it was posh. Oh dear. How disappointing.
Who's Controlling The Straits of Hormuz?
Aah! I could definitely stamp and shout at the moment!






