Awfully fishy….
Well the party conferences are done and dusted. The rhetoric spouted to thunderous applause by adulating acolytes… And we can now all get back to work (Did I just say back to work…it never bloody stops!) and prepare for the elections in about eight months’ time.
As if some of the hyperbolic political proclaimations didn’t leave a slightly sour taste, my doctor has just advised me that cod liver oil is the best thing for my arthritis – IT IS DISGUSTING! I feel as if I’ve just licked the deckboards on a Taiwanese trawler… Urgh! But if it means I can crawl around under ROJ for a while longer I suppose it will be worth it.
Before we really knuckle down for the new parliamentary term – a quick holiday has been booked . A last glance at the sunshine in Malta. We’re staying at the Hotel Phoenicia from where I hope to explore some of the Crusader sites – do a little diving, and spot a few classic cars.
The Bees Knees…
Well I couldn’t find any…. Legs, plenty, knees (knobbly or otherwise) nope.
After my foray onto the roof of the Houses of Parliament last year to watch the Peregrines, today I was on the roof of a civil service building on Victoria Street having a lesson in apiary from a charming young lady called Caroline.
