9th October
Buckingham Palace have released a photograph of the ex queen’s favourite pony, called Emma.
Emma stood on Windsor Great Walk as the coffin passed by.
Well, I suppose a photo of a pony is pretty inoffensive and is better than burning bridges in the Crimea.
But I’m left thinking, really?
Although it could be a good source of income if you charge visitors to have their photo taken with her (I’m sure Emma identifies as a she or a her, but who knows), or even better how about pony rides. Sounds like a good idea, given that Emma is now effectively out of a job. Just as well it’s not ancient Egypt. Otherwise Emma could have found herself buried with her mistress.
Or, Blackpool fashion, visitors could pay for pony rides. You could charge a fortune for sitting where the royal bum once sat. And as a sideline you could bag up Emma’s shit and sell it as garden manure
I wonder who took the photo? Kate, aka Princess of Wales? I see a Welsh council has refused to recognise the titles. Well, that’s a start.
Sturgeon, interviewed by Laura K on the BBC, said she ‘detests the Tories and all they stand for’. So it’s now okay to say publicly that I detest the SNP and all they stand for. Except I don’t. Years of unfulfilled promises mean I can’t really be bothered by them. I wouldn’t waste the time and energy liking or disliking them.
John, who lives five doors down, is an obsessive SNP supporter. He has the Saltire flying in his back garden, wears an I love Nicola badge and has tattoos of the St Andrews Cross on one arm. He is forever beavering on about how much we are all being oppressed by the English and their Westminster government. I did laugh when the ferry he had booked to Arran for a holiday was delayed, cancelled, delayed, maybe cancelled, and then finally sailed only to break down.
Raining.
More rain.
Even more rain.
Did venture out on the bike and quite enjoyed parking up by the pond with a coffee and sandwich.
Footpath still flooded.
Got a photo of the heron.
Rubbish has been lifted. Not the council I suspect but the volunteers who litter pick every fortnight.
I suspect people would be amazed at the time and effort put into rectifying the damage that a minority of idiots do to the countryside.
One Pagers 