I am heading down to London this morning with my nurse - Mrs Pudding. We won't be back till Sunday evening. The main purpose of the visit is to spend time with our grandson Zach... and his parents of course! I will also be burgling Steve Reed's apartment in West Hampstead. He is away in South America at the moment so this should be the perfect opportunity to riffle through his belongings and get what I want.
Keir Starmer invited me over to 10 Downing Street to celebrate Labour's recent election victory but I declined as that meeting would have clashed with our Sunday lunch booking at "The Brown Cow" in Fulham.
I should of course be back home in time to watch the European Nations Cup Final on Sunday night - beamed live from Berlin.
Come On England!
Oh my. Another trip down to the southern badlands.
ReplyDeleteI had to read your last word a second time as I thought it said something quite rude - involving illegitimacy
DeleteHave a safe drive (or train ride?) to and from London, and enjoy your time there, even if you have a rather mixed bag of activities lined up. Are you sure the celebration with Keir Starmer can not be shifted to a different place in your busy schedule, maybe sacrificing your burgling of Steve's flat?
ReplyDeleteI am back now. We went by train. Sir Keir said he and his wife Victoria will be up to see us in Sheffield very soon.
DeleteAvoid the crime spree, and enjoy the long weekend.
ReplyDeleteAs It happens Steve didn't have anything I wanted to steal.
DeleteSee if you can find Steve's sex tapes, probably on USBs.
ReplyDeleteI suspect that Steve stores his sex tapes in the school library.
DeleteHave a fun time with the family!
ReplyDeleteWe did.
DeleteHave fun!
ReplyDeleteLovely to see Zach again and how he is developing.
DeleteHave a wonderful trip and should you run into Charles or Camilla, say hi from Canada:)
ReplyDeleteCharles gave me a lift down to Fulham Broadway. He said he loves Canada and wistfully remembered a sweet little nurse he had met in Edmonton many years ago.
DeleteGive Olga a pat on the head for me while you're burgling Steve's place.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, the vicious hound was asleep Kelly.
DeleteI am so jealous. Many's the time from a young age that I wished I'd lived in London. Still countin' on my lottery winnings, when they come in, of course.
ReplyDeleteIt's never too late Bruce! I could give you "cockney" lessons me old china!
DeleteI'm sure lunch at The Brown Cow was much more interesting than meeting Keir Starmer.
ReplyDeleteYup! Keir can wait.
DeleteI've put the kettle on. Or would you prefer a beer?
ReplyDeleteI came round to see you on Saturday ADDY but once again you weren't in! Mind you, I thought I saw the curtains twitching!
DeleteI tried to comment on this post the other day but Google wouldn't let me sign in, weirdly! Anyway, just to say you were apparently scared away by our CIA-trained dog-walker and our fearsome, savage cur. And we're home now so you've missed your window. :)
ReplyDeleteTruth or fiction - who knows the difference Steve?
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