Yes...any moment soon the news we've all been waiting for in the UK will be hitting the headlines; the date of the forthcoming general election. After 5 years of Labour rule and 13 consecutive years of Labour government the country will finally go to the polls again. I'm one of many, I believe, hoping for a breath of fresh air ... and I think this country certainly needs a real change.
Just in case you can't read the writing on my mug it reads; "Politically Incorrect And Proud." Yes, it's true; Mrs T is one of a dying breed prepared to say Up Yours to Mr Brown. (And indeed anyone who annoys me including Katie Fforde (repetitive books), Beyonce (repetitive songs) and Basil Brush (ticklish tail.)
Hmm... you know I've been looking closely at my mug and I think there's a slight fault.....the middle finger isn't raised.
Yep, whenever Gordon drops a clanger - I will be dropping one too - and you know where! Yes, yes I know it's not very polite of me but remember I'm 45 - I haven't got much time left to have fun!
(Oh by the way I expect to run out of paper by the end of the first week.)
And thirdly, I will be using this;
Mr T; I like this green paint.
Mrs T; The cream is nicer.
Mr T; What about this blue?
Mrs T; Cream goes with everything.
Mr T; I fancy something a little different. How about that peach colour?
Mrs T: No.
Mr T: Lilac?
Mrs T; No.
Mr T: Yellow?
Mrs T: Look, which one of us has got the A level Art?
Mr T: (sighs) You have.
Mrs T: Enough said. Right that's 5 tins of cream paint. 12 rolls of cream wallpaper and some cream cushions. You can have that small tin of green paint for your Airfix models. Oh.... and here's your credit card; I found it in the washing machine.
So there you have it; watch this space for Mrs T's highly intellectual guide to the UK elections. You may learn a thing or two - or very possibly - nothing!
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