There was the Lady B, Honourable Sister, Dear Mama, two of the canine companions, and one of the Little Princesses. The Little Princess – the youngest of three – was the one I hadn’t seen before. She was very small, very sweet, smiled the whole time, said lots of things I didn’t quite catch, and held my forefinger when I offered it. Does life get any better than that? And one of the canine companions was a recent addition whose acquaintance I also hadn’t made before. I think he was probably a Sprocker, and his name was Oscar. Fine name for a dog, Oscar. I would be more than happy to admit the choice had it been mine. And wasn’t it just a delight that my favourite dog for many a long year, Inca the cocker spaniel, was still with us and still stepping lightly? She’s an old lady now, but her tail wags as briskly as ever.
Did I ever mention that the Shire’s First Family amount to the only people in this area with whom I’ve ever wanted to connect? I think I probably did.
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So should I now go on to write about Home Secretary Suella Braverman’s latest outlandish pronouncement? I don’t think so for two reasons:
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