11 July (Part 1) - The day I decided Mrs. May had to go
Bloody hell, this country gets to be more stupid by the day. A woman much the same age as me used an expression which would slip off every tongue thirty years ago, apologises and she won’t be doing it again but the Prime Minister no less decides it is a sackable offence. If that is the way Mrs. May reacts in a mini-crisis I no longer want her to lead the country. A total prat.
When
it comes to nostalgia I am a bit of a hoarder, I still have my spelling
primer from 1948. Sexist isn’t it?
Only mothers cook the dinner.
A was an aunt who knitted a sock and B was a boy who mended a lock.
There’s paedophilia; U was an uncle who patted his niece. There’s ‘fattism’
and smacking too.
That damned book turned every child into a raging racist. Not!
Who should replace Mrs. May? Eenie Meenie Miney Mo…