HRH Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh - My Fake Diary
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Mother is off on her solo cruise. This time in the Pacific Northwest. Good God! I suppose there'll be eskeemos everywhere. Ah well, peace reigns.
Had quite a spat before she left. One of her bitches shat in my shoe and I rewarded it with a swift kick to the haunch. Well, HRH happened by in time to witness said dust up. Barely got by without a swift kick to my haunch. What?
Charles and Camilla insist on keeping me company this evening. Oh goody. I feel the eye beginning to twitch already. Sink me, but that boy gets under one's skin. I believe he was born stuffed.
The Grands will be with me for a little walkabout this morning. Going down to the gate. Shaking some hands. Hip hip. Gad.
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