Ma can’t go to the UK without there being a milestone historical event.
Last time it was the Coronation that was planned and no surprise.
Yesterday though the former Prime Minister David Cameron was seen walking into #10 Downing Street before 8:30am. WHY?
The current Prime Minister had sacked the current foreign secretary a few minutes early. Shock horror was he going to appoint Cameron as the new one!!!
Since Cameron no longer holds a seat in the House of Commons the PM had to have the King make him a Lord.
Sure enough, after a nail biting ninety minutes the news breaks that Cameron is now Baron Cameron and has been appointed Foreign Secretary.
This was a monumental moment and a humongous surprise to the entire nation.
What was even more surprising was the number of times the #10 cat Larry left and entered the front door. Ten times!!!
Talk about a pet with power!
Only I can be more important in the world of current affairs!!!
It is shocking to hear that Belfast Market was teaming with canines yesterday.
Devouring the crumbs that tumbled from the vast Belfast Baps that people were stuffing into their faces as they roamed the stalls.
Worse! One of the partakers of this local delicacy was my own Mothers.
Each of these missiles contains enough calories to fuel a small vehicle for one hundred miles. Mother’s was relatively light just two fried eggs and two sausages in that handful!!!
I may never forgive her! Don’t understand why that huge brute looks so sad!
It’s not a bit fair that I have to stay home on this side of the Atlantic with Dad and the unbelievably hateful hound that is my niece while Ma goes to see everyone in Ireland.
Just look at the fun she is having!
Parties and all those peeps and all that food.
I don’t see why I can’t go.
I’m her Service Dog!! They allow them to fly!!
See all those field and that sun. I could be romping there now over those hills down to the sea!!
As for that charcuterie board surely some must have been had by by Irish cousin “Rocksie” the cockapoo who I have it on good authority spent a lot of time under that table last night.
It’s not a bit fair that I have to stay home on this side of the Atlantic with Dad and the unbelievably hateful hound that is my niece while Ma goes to see everyone in Ireland.
Just look at the fun she is having!
Parties and all those peeps and all that food.
I don’t see why I can’t go.
I’m her Service Dog!! They allow them to fly!!
See all those field and that sun. I could be romping there now over those hills down to the sea!!
As for that charcuterie board surely some must have been had by by Irish cousin “Rocksie” the cockapoo who I have it on good authority spent a lot of time under that table last night.
Precious Peeps it’s Pits Perfect again. I’m in charge of this edition because the Grey Gizz couldn’t sleep without his “Mama”
What a stupid old sissy he is. So tied to Granny’s apron strings. He’s on hunger strike as well and that’s going down like a lump of lead with Grandpa.
I told him “don’t waste that good finely chopped bologna I’ll eat it all” but he ignored me.
Dad and I are happy for Granny that’s she’s getting to see her family.
Precious Peeps it’s Pits and as always I am so PERFECT.
Monday is over but it brought a word of wisdom from my great uncle Preacher Paul. He’s so smart. My kinda dude.
Unfortunately this has yet to be shared with Grandpa and Grandma who keep on congesting our home with materials that are inedible.
I do my best to chew them up and rid my Dad of the inevitable challenge that lies ahead for him but sometimes there is only so much paper a gal can eat.