Well, it has been an eventful couple of weeks since my last letter and I'm sorry to hear that your brood were so upset about the World Cup thing!
At least some good came out of it - Dave was really delighted to be able to get away from it all and have a bit of time off in Switzerland. He loves the scenery there and the food! Well, how often do you get to have a good blow out for free? Not often these days especially after that awful expenses fuss last year.
To be honest Dave doesn't really like football but of course we have to pretend otherwise it's a real vote loser. After all, they played real football at his school. You know - rugby. He says it's much more of a man's game and he really doesn't see why kicking a ball round a bit of grass justifies paying some of these guys a hundred times more than he gets for running the country!
And having to spend time with that dreadful Beckham bloke? Well, Dave reckons the way he was strutting around the place it was hard to tell which was the real prince - him or Wills. Such a lovely boy and looks just like his mother. Wills that is, of course, not Beckham. He looks more like a 70's glam rock star these days. And that suit he was wearing! Where did he get it? Oxfam?
And to make things worse, I couldn't even go to a fashion show the other day without his appalling wife forcing her way in front of me at every photo opportunity. I said to her, I said "Who's the first lady here, dear? Certainly not you!" Talk about flashing the flesh in desperation - and have you seen the state of her legs? Everyone else seems to have. And what do the papers label me? 'Glam Sam' - oh please!
Anyway, at least now Dave hasn't got to find the money to pay for the footie. That would have been a real bummer after all the money he's just had to lend to the Irish! At least I suppose we'll be alright for a few holidays in County Cork for the next few years. And the way things are going, we'll need a bolt hole to get away from the great unwashed.
Students can be just so undignified, don't you agree? Where are their parents, that's what I want to know? Daddy would have been simply appalled if I'd carried on like that I can tell you so please don't tell me you let your two go to that dreadful demo thing! And what's all the fuss about anyway? After all, Dave and I both had a paid for education, so you could say we were leading by example.
What got Dave going was the reaction from the LibDem lot - I mean I know they promised not to put the fees up, but let's be fair. After all, we all make promises we know we can't keep when we know there's no chance of getting elected. Look at what Gordon was promising!
Dave says the hardest thing to do in power is to keep your promises, having said which I need to keep mine and read the bedtime story tonight, so must close. Tonight's is a fairy story called the 'The LibDem Manifesto' - sorry, only joking yah?
At least some good came out of it - Dave was really delighted to be able to get away from it all and have a bit of time off in Switzerland. He loves the scenery there and the food! Well, how often do you get to have a good blow out for free? Not often these days especially after that awful expenses fuss last year.
To be honest Dave doesn't really like football but of course we have to pretend otherwise it's a real vote loser. After all, they played real football at his school. You know - rugby. He says it's much more of a man's game and he really doesn't see why kicking a ball round a bit of grass justifies paying some of these guys a hundred times more than he gets for running the country!
And having to spend time with that dreadful Beckham bloke? Well, Dave reckons the way he was strutting around the place it was hard to tell which was the real prince - him or Wills. Such a lovely boy and looks just like his mother. Wills that is, of course, not Beckham. He looks more like a 70's glam rock star these days. And that suit he was wearing! Where did he get it? Oxfam?
And to make things worse, I couldn't even go to a fashion show the other day without his appalling wife forcing her way in front of me at every photo opportunity. I said to her, I said "Who's the first lady here, dear? Certainly not you!" Talk about flashing the flesh in desperation - and have you seen the state of her legs? Everyone else seems to have. And what do the papers label me? 'Glam Sam' - oh please!
Anyway, at least now Dave hasn't got to find the money to pay for the footie. That would have been a real bummer after all the money he's just had to lend to the Irish! At least I suppose we'll be alright for a few holidays in County Cork for the next few years. And the way things are going, we'll need a bolt hole to get away from the great unwashed.
Students can be just so undignified, don't you agree? Where are their parents, that's what I want to know? Daddy would have been simply appalled if I'd carried on like that I can tell you so please don't tell me you let your two go to that dreadful demo thing! And what's all the fuss about anyway? After all, Dave and I both had a paid for education, so you could say we were leading by example.
What got Dave going was the reaction from the LibDem lot - I mean I know they promised not to put the fees up, but let's be fair. After all, we all make promises we know we can't keep when we know there's no chance of getting elected. Look at what Gordon was promising!
Dave says the hardest thing to do in power is to keep your promises, having said which I need to keep mine and read the bedtime story tonight, so must close. Tonight's is a fairy story called the 'The LibDem Manifesto' - sorry, only joking yah?
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