The sodding children in the Cabinet
Queen of sixteen sovereign nations, Head of the Commonwealth of 54 independent states, Supreme Governor of the Church of England, Defender of the Faith, wife to the DoE, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother. Yes, one is kept rather busy.
One was in up a tree in Kenya when one ascended the Throne. It’s often said that one went up a Princess and came down a Queen (Elton John had a similar experience, apparently) and since then it’s been all go. Of course, most of one’s time is taken up by the United Kingdom, Canada, New Zealand and Australia.
One’s Caribbean territories seems to cope quite well without any discernable sign of a Government and one only has to check in occasionally to make sure they haven’t been taken by the French.
It’s not easy having a Cabinet of school children here in the UK. If it’s not Tom and Jerry, yes Mr Cameron and Mr Clegg, falling out with one another it’s Dangermouse Osborne sodding up a budget. Still, his counting skills are coming on wonderfully - he can get to ten now if he uses both hands and both feet. But there was a bit of a drama at Downing Street this week when Mr Clegg dropped his etch-a-sketch into the paddling pool thus practically bringing the Liberal Democrats to a complete standstill. He hasn’t been that upset since his knob fell off (his etch-a-sketch). Not that Labor’s Mr Bean, that’s Ed Miliband, is much
better. Poor chap went to Afghanistan at the weekend and they all thought he was a stand-up comedian doing an impression of his brother. Awkward.
As the Pope always says, “bollocks to the lot of them”.