Herding up poor people to give alms to? The drove large flocks of them towards Sandringham I'm told.Happy Boxing Day!
Oh good. Pleased to see that the unspeakable are still in pursuit of the uneatable and are not letting any damn socialist laws get in their way.
I did manage to darkly about class warfare. Still, Henry loved seeing the horses.The best bit was when I was chatting to a friend whose husband had just been made redundant. A horsey lady then approached us with a bucket asking for donations for some dog related charity. My friend's face was brilliant!
Home town has a hunt? What on earth are they chasing in our part of the world? Coypu?Turds, the lot of 'em.
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