They Don’t Arf Make Me Larf

It was the Princess’ birthday on Wednesday, so I took a day off to help her celebrate but she went to sleep in the garden – post-lunch. There was no posh lunch in beautiful setting this year or family gathering so I had prepared Prawns sautéed in garlic and chilli, served on a bed of leaves with baby plum tomatoes and garlic bread. It was requested. 😉

So I got to thinking about the present Dominic Cummings situation. If you’re not aware who he is, feel blessed, he’s basically a twat. Anyway, I abolished all political alliance’s in favour of abstention some time ago, so this isn’t a political rant. Roughly 5 weeks ago the general public was hailing Boris Johnson as the new Churchill, when he was ill they wanted to go out onto their doorsteps and ‘Clap for Boris’.

I recall at the time thinking Oh dear. I looked into the future and a scene from a Frankenstein movie-obsessed me. The same general public, outside number 10, pitchforks and scythes in hand, calling for blood.

Yesterday, I was waiting for YouTube to load. Yes, I’m still doing Adrienne and her Yoga. I caught a teensy weensy bit of news. Seventy-one per cent of the British public disagree with Boris over his handling of the Cummings affair.

See, I told you, pitchfork and scythe at the ready! What I find really amazing though, is this seventy-one per cent? Surely to get a percentage they need to ask one hundred per cent of the people? 

No one asked me, nor did they ask anyone I know! Did they ask you?

They don’t arf make me larf! 

Stay safe my friends and be nice to one another xxx