Big Deal

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess,

Shetland Dad went into a rest home this week. Actually it sounds rather nice. He's actually got a self-contained flat outside the home. He can either go to the main building for meals or get them delivered to his for 50 cents.

Inside his flat, he's got our Big Telly from Scotland, and Sky telly with all the sports. More importantly he is no longer irritating the **** out of Feefs and Big Nipper who were getting seriously fed up. "Lately he's decided to stop wearing trousers," they informed us. Poor Feefs. 

But trauma number one of his first day in the new place was that Sky wasn't working. I reckon it just needs a Sky engineer to come out and tinker with something, but Shetland Dad had his own theory.

"It's Brexit," he told us. "Now that the deal is out, all the British must be watching the news and it has overloaded the internet."

"I'm sure they are SICK of hearing about Brexit," laughed Cazza. 

I pooh-poohed the idea, of course, when she told me about it. I laughed it off and went to bed. Ten minutes later, a text from Auslaender:

"DOMINIC RAAB HAS RESIGNED".

Holy effing ESS. 

So there I was, at midnight last night, hastily googling the goings-on and wondering just how much more surreal it could get. I replied to Auslaender:

I DO HOPE PRINCIPLED BREXITEER DOMINIC RAAB GIVES ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE DOMINIC RAAB, THE MAN WHO NEGOTIATED THIS TRAVESTY, A SEVERE DRESSING DOWN

IF ONLY DOMINIC RAAB HAD BEEN HANDLING THE NEGOTIATIONS INSTEAD OF DOMINIC RAAB

And then it occurred to me. SHETLAND DAD'S SKY TELLY!

I packed up the internet and went to bed. I do hope he has got his sport back.

S.