Three Ladies

A double report today.
Saturday: Ventured into the city later than usual, and spent a great deal of time in the F.A.N zone.
The cracks are beginning to appear in the enemies camp already. Two of their leader's aides have been forced to resign, and she has recruited a man who was rejected as her new aide de camp, and she desperately scrambles about looking for support outwit the media.
The D.U.P original offered to back her when it suits them, now it appears that this was misinformation.
Meanwhile Tank Commander Davidson is flexing her muscles and preparing perhaps to stage a coup, as she is questioning the decision made to form the unholy allegiance with the thugs from across the water. 
I have it on good authority though that the Byron Army is ready for any eventually.
We must keep our eye on the ball; it is a pity our colleagues failed to do this on Saturday evening in the first skirmish.
Enlisted two people who live just inside the border at Donside, they shall henceforth be known jointly as Kafka.
I have spotted only a coupe of Union flags flying in the occupies territory, so, meantime, many are keeping their cards close to their chest and keeping their identities secret.
Sunday, I stayed near home today, a mere four miles from the residence of Alex, our loyal and long standing ex leader.
My mother ventured out of her home in the Free zone, bringing with her a friend from America. As this person, despite being a nice person, politics wasn't discussed for fear there may be a chance that some orange man spies may listening in, and word may get back to London.
These are the three ladies enjoying the afternoon sunshine in Pennan.
Local heroes maybe needed in the near future.
Saor Alba