Well here I am to tell you that the war is real, Marie Louise who is of the people of colour persuasion shouted at the newfies last night, both of whom are black I might add, and I thought here we go, I'm next. So in the interest of self preservation and in a purely defensive strategy I have barricaded myself in the cellar.
Well it seemed logical because not only is there wine down here [hic] but the pantry as well, so I call hold out for a few weeks [yes there is a loo as well] by that time hopefully the Teapublicans will have liberated me from oppression.
Marie Louise with typically French deviousness is trying to persuade me to surrender with the promises of a hugs and kisses. I keep telling her don't you know there is a war on! She muttered something about crazy Americans, typical of the ungrateful French I say, who won the war! [for some reason I cant figure there are celebrations for the start of WW1 rather than its end, but what the hell I'm in Yurup and that says it all really]
Should I construct a tunnel? Seems a bit of a risky option these days? Oh wait, never mind, she has apologized to the newfies apparently it was more due to chewed furniture than their breed. Phew
Apparently the promise of hugs and kisses was not a lie.
From the front line of the war on whites
xoxoxoxoxoxo