HRH Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh - My Fake Diary

Tuesday, 3 March 2020

Consulted P.M. after strange dream of hairless woman shooting pool with an Indian bloke till three in the morning. Startled by the amount of coffee and Frangelica consumed....but really quite impressed. Wondered if it were a dream signal warning Elon Musk to "bloody well plant three times the number you pull up or I will kick your ass". Or not. Hard to say. Might be the salmon.

Thought of Christmas.

Really quite hopeful about Navy Garden plans. Subdued '70's "many circles shot into space" pattern should give many hope for a new tomorrow of many blooms, and many smiles. Should probably show them to someone, after I label all of the diagrams, lest they get discovered and I am mistaken for DaVinci. Again.

Square dancing appointment booked with my Favourite Date. Seems daring, even now....must remember to clear away furniture so we don't both break a hip. Must phone and ask if S'Mores desired by the fire.

Ask housekeeper discreetly exactly what a S'More might be.

Work on poetry collection again. Labelling it "Inspirations from a Strange Bald Woman." Feel like flying.

Right then....enough of this....time for a walk.