Queen Elizabeth II - My Fake Diary
Thursday, 15 October 2009
That terrible one eyed Scot came round again today.
I was foolish enough to invite him in and make him some tea.
I wish someone would teach him how to smile properly. He just sat there like a predatory shark, baring his teeth at me. It was very unnerving.
I dragged young Harry in as chaperone, but he was less than useless. I think he was drunk. All he could do was laugh out loud and fall off his chair.
Oh, well, not to worry. It's Philip's turn to wee on me tonight.