Dear diary, I am so royally tired of those men trying to run my country. They have proved to be a royal pain in the arse lately. They just cannot seem to get their acts together.
I am at a loss as to what to do next. My own grandsons would do a better job as politicians. Alas, they are not allowed to enter politics, for obvious reasons.
I do fear that Philip has Alzheimers. I don't want to get a medical diagnosis for fear of causing panic, but yesterday he asked me if I'd give him a lap-dance, whatever that is, and just this morning he asked me if I'd be willing to bend over backwards for him. Of course, I said yes! Well one would, wouldn't one, after all these years married to the same 'so called' man.
As Queen of England and nether-regions, I have no-one to talk to about my problems.
I have, of late, been thinki...