Surprised that all of the papers are saying that I was crying because I was upset about Lady Thatcher dying. I was crying because my red ball bounced away just before I had to leave and Dave's fag Clegg would not let me look for it.
All was saved when I got back to Number 11 and found my red ball on my desk. One of the staff had got it for me. I was so happy that I laughed and I played with my ball and sang untilI got overexcited and did a bit of a whoopsie.
I have to talk to horrible French people who say that I don't know what I am doing. I am thinking of doing a whoopsie in a box and sending it to them. Anyway I need to have an extra long afternoon nap today as I have been a bit grouchy according to Nanny May.