Please say it isn't so. And although this blog seems to be turning into The Pete Dog-herty show, this article in the Daily Mail is worth a mention. Secret Trysts occouring between these two at Claridges fancy hotel? It doesn't make sense. Especially after the other stories. I smell a rat. And I reckon that rat is Pete. I think he has sold his 'story' because all the details have either come from him, Kate (not likely) or hotel staff eavesdropping (not likely either). Or rather his version of what he wants to be true. I hope I'm right.
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