Monday: Tony was trying to steady his nerves when another firecracker went off in the office next door. It was the three hundred and seventy ninth of the day. He had hoped that Gordon would have given him a bit of recovery time on his first day back at work after having a heart procedure for an irregularly beating heart, but he had been wrong. Gordon's office had been told to keep up the offensive: Slammed doors, firecrackers and even just shouting Bang! as loud as they can in the middle of a conversation with the Prime Minister, were the order of the day. Gordon's office had been told to 'nerve up' the dicky-hearted PM for Gordon's return from Washington. Gordon had never been angrier in his life: he felt alive, he felt vindicated, if he pushed one of the veins in on his forehead he lost the vision in his good eye, yes, this felt good, he told himself. Gordon was determined that Tony was not going to get away with this one... (To be continued)