In the event, Putin was not rugby tackled on the red carpet before being clapped in irons and whisked off to Guantanamo Bay. On the contrary, Trump applauded the mass murderer, warmly shook hands with him and offered him a ride in the presidential limo known as The Beast. Even as I write this, the two "great leaders" are involved in talks about Ukraine that go something like this... "If you slap my back, I will slap yours".
Much more important than all of that, we have got Phoebe here tonight - having another sleep-over. It took quite a bit of patient diplomacy to get her to settle down for the night but at least we did not have to go to Alaska. There was "Paw Patrol", three boxed games, a warm bath and stories from both Grandma and Grandpa before she drifted off to slumberland.
Earlier, on this very computer chair I had Margot on one knee and Phoebe on the other as we watched Mr Tumble's versions of a dozen nursery rhymes. The wheels on the bus went round and round ad infinitum and The Grand Old Duke of York's men were surely sick of being marched up and down that goddamn hill. But I was in heaven - a bona fide grandpa with a granddaughter on each knee. Can life be better than that?
Earlier still, I was trimming a long hedge and on the other side pruning our rampant holly bushes. Plenty of garden waste to deal with - now sitting in two big builders' bags awaiting transport to the so-called recycling centre run by the city council over at Gleadless. We used to call it the tip. You have to time your visits there carefully to avoid long queues. They open at 9.30am on Saturday but I might leave it till Monday morning.
Over in Alaska, the legend "Pursuing Peace" is written on the wall behind the two lecterns where Vladimir Trump and Donald Putin are about to speak after three hours of talks. It's like title of a poem. If you pursue it, will it co-operate and where might you find it? Crouching in undergrowth like a fox or evaporating into the summer air? Belligerent, spiteful, felonious and self-obsessed Trump turned into Trump The Peacemaker - like Ozzy Osbourne becoming an opera singer.
Meanwhile, Putin appears to talk in the voice of a skilled female interpreter. It suits him fine. Still, he has not been arrested and frogmarched the hell out of there.
"Next time in Moscow," smirks the tyrant.
My favorite part of your post is on grand daughters hedge trimming. the nonsense about two idiots is not pleasant.
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