I meant to mention. Apparently the Royal family is looking for another residence for their summer holidays. Once Scotland becomes officially a foreign country they feel they shouldn't use Balmoral, which will revert to its previous use as a lunatic asylum.
I 'happen to have heard' that they are looking at a place in Yorkshire*. Phil' the Greek is a card and has already promised to dress in the local manner** in clogs, flat cap and have a damp Woodbine hanging from the corner of his mouth.
*Similar to Scotland as in famously mean, although we do it better and think of the Scots as profligate wastrels, lots of moorland for slaughtering peasants, pheasants and grouse and so far from London that the cabinet will never find them in the event of a national crisis.
**No more wearing skirts made of scratchy wool apparently is being touted around the rest of the family by Phil and Liz.
I have had some letters requesting I stay some where and it would be her majesty's pleasure, it sounds like the perfect holiday and if her and her bit of fluff she picked up on a Greek holiday want to come here they are welcome to the pull out sofa any time.
The holiday plans are hitting a wall, the offspring are getting interested in coming! Apparently they worry about me going of to "foreign places" by my self. I told them as long as I can keep one of my vests on (string one is the base of my onsonble and always followed by wool, silk, and hemp) it will still be a little bit of Yorkshire wherever I go.*
As long as I take a puncture kit, umbrella, bivvi tarp, wooly jumper, lard, brown paper, string and tin of haggis every thing is covered. If I am running low on money I can sit out side posh hotels in my wheelchair looking sad, hungry and swearing gibberish until they pay me to go away.
This also works in the office the boss told me that they are actually paying me to stay away from the office and despite every cut back there has been they keep finding budget to keep me away three days a week, they even keep giving my lap top computer to other people so I have some thing to do on a Tuesday morning going around the building looking for it. This is good exorcise and I get about seeing new and interesting things, helping other staff sort out problems for them.
*following the ratification of the modernisation of the Yorkshire mans holiday dress code. the local sect elders, meeting in the back of't pub after long discussions three pints and two pickled eggs each, have approved a bandana as a knotted hanky substitute, provided the string vest is not removed.
the discussion on woollen socks and sandals got very heated one elder said five words in a row! Any thing above two is considered oratory, frowned upon as wasteful and extravagant. then he picked up his change from the table** this is a massive insult.
**this should always be left at the side of your glass as a show of trust among equals, besides every one know if a move was mad to pick it up they would loose several fingers or worse get a head shake and a tut flowed by shin mashing kick with hob nailed clogs)