Cherie Blair - My Fake Diary
Friday, 31 March 2006
Oh, what a day it's been. Terrible it was. Absolutely terrible. So terrible I can't even put it into words. But I'm trying my hardest. So anyway, where was I? Ah yes. I wasn't anywhere. I'm getting good at this political rambling nonsense, aren't I? Spending too much time with Tony.
Talking of Tony, he insisted we get some Colgate toothpaste (just like George). He says his smile's not as white as it could be without getting his teeth specially whitened. And the tabloids have noticed. It was The Sun's headline yesterday. But it should be over by now.
It was a fairly peaceful day until the BBC came knocking. They wanted my opinion on that horrible cat that's died. I'm on the mice's side, myself. Can't stand cats. I think of those Chesire cats, like in Alice In Wonderland with that smile - just reminds me of Tony.
And then guess who came around? Only old Gordon. "Just round for a cup of coffee and a paper" he said. But I know what he was really doing. He was muttering things like "I'll have to get rid of that painting." and "a red leather sofa would be nice over there". He even commented on the blue carpet. And he's planning to alter the garden. How dare he. We might have a new carpet by the time he gets here, though - he also said that! The cheek of it all.
Got to go now, have to interview the BBC about the right of mice.