And since I mention eggs, I’m waiting to see just how many
of them get thrown at a certain American politician when he makes his state
visit. What surprises me a little is why a state of emergency hasn’t been
declared in Britain
and the sale of eggs banned to anyone between the ages of five and eighty five.
Or maybe it has. I don’t buy eggs.
As for the straw-haired loon’s endorsement of our very own
straw-haired loon, Boris Johnson, in the Tory Party leadership contest, may I
paraphrase a line from Harry Potter:
The people of the United Kingdom
send their compliments to President Trump, and ask him to keep his abnormally
large nose out of other people’s business.
And while I’m on the subject of America, I think I mentioned that I’ve
finished Season 7 of House and won’t
get Season 8 until tomorrow (that’s if Mel remembers to bring it with her.) I
really can’t wait to see what’s happening to my favourite American. The last I
saw of him he was limping happily along a palm-fringed beach somewhere or
other, having attracted an arrest warrant and become Public Enemy No. 1 in consequence
of having driven his car into his boss’s living room.
* * *
But here’s today’s nice news: I got a reply to one of my
YouTube comments from an oboe player called Abigail. Isn’t that splendid? She
even agreed with me.
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