Our next door neighbours are having a party tonight.
I don’t blame them as they have a lot to celebrate. Quite honestly if I lived there I’d be celebrating with them but I’m not invited to the party. I’m left looking enviously through their windows, wishing I was inside partying with them.
There is a while to go yet before the celebrations reach their peak but already they are getting quite noisy.
They should have some consideration for us though. We have little to celebrate so their rowdiness is just rubbing salt in the wounds.
However, I can be magnanimous. I shall raise a glass to them at eleven tonight when they start on their path to freedom.
Hi Grandad. Yes I will be going up the pub for a few drinks and I expect raising a glass with her indoors at 23.00. It has taken long enough.
Thanks Grandad. The World looks very different from the doom and gloom we saw last year. Let's just hope things turn out well for us – pity your lot will not be joining us, at least not for a while.
You're certainly invited to the party over here, all our true friends are.
Having been 47 years in the planning, it should be one helluva bash, albeit despite the establishment's rather petulant omission of Big Ben's bongs. But there'll be other bongs-a-plenty being enjoyed, along with a few other intoxicants too.
To quote both Martin Luther King Jnr and Margaret Thatcher, "Free at last", "Rejoice".
Sadly there seems to be little appetite for us to follow suit. It is somewhat ironic that we are currently celebrating the centenary of our "independence"?
Indeed: it seems the irony of the situation in the north in Jockland has escaped Wee Krankie: she's continuing to bitch on about Scottish independence (secession from the UK) so they are immediately free to surrender it to Brussels.
She's an oddball, nae doot!