Good Morning, All. I am still a bit hoarse from howling abuse at the telly yesterday. I recorded the funeral for this purpose. If you play it back a double speed, then all the people waddle like Donald Duck. If you play it at thirty times normal speed, they all totter along like something from a Charlie Chaplin film.
I had no sooner finished with this entertainment, when I got an email from Number Ten. Now, I don't think it was from Glebe Street, as there was no mention of Horace or Daphne. It was from a Mr Cameron, and had loads of photographs and information about the funeral. I took the opportunity of replying to stress the obscenity of cutting benefits from a great many deserving people and yet finding the cash to put on such an extravaganza as this. Surely a case of robbing the poor to bury the rich.
So, if my contributions to this forum suddenly stop, you will know that Mr C has read my email, and that I have mysteriously disappeared.
Congratulations, Pastille. I hope your day was as enjoyable as the day it all began.
Best wishes.
P