Sorry I've not written for a while, but we've been sort of busy running around drumming up support in the local elections and, of course, we had to have a little shindig down at Chequers to celebrate our first year in number 10!
I'm so sorry we couldn't invite you, but we had to keep it low key in case Cleggy found out. Don't want a spectre at the feast now, do we? Plus it would have seemed so undignified to be seen to celebrating just when he's been kicked in the nuts!
Anyway, wasn't the wedding great? I loved it! I got a free dress to wear and everyone said how great it looked. Seems a shame I had to give it back afterwards. Apparently, they offered it to Fergie until they found out that the dreadful haringer hadn't been invited. Seems Andy wasn't to popular over that one, but what did she expect after selling him out to the ragheads? Anyhow, it would have been miles too small for her...
I'll let you into a little secret, darling - I had a super hat lined up, a lovely floaty straw job which would have been simply divine with that dress, but one of the horses took a fancy to it and chewed a great big lump out of it so I had to go bareheaded much to Dave's consternation! "You can't go to a Royal Wedding without a hat!", he said but I just replied "Darling, I'm the first lady. I can do what I damn well like!" Anyway, horse manure is such a bad look, eh? ha ha!
And talking of hats, did you see the monstrosities that Andy's sprogs were wearing?!? OMG, they've inheritted their mothers dress sense!
Wonder if we'll be invited to the next big wedding, tho - you know, Ed and his bit! Something in red for that one, I fancy!
Toodle pip for now,
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