My boyfriend Johnny has quite a hectic job as a civil servant doing things for the government, and often could do with a bit of help. So he was very pleased when Croque Monsieur (his ribbon confers a certain Gallic touch) jumped in his suit pocket this morning and drove all the way to work with him. However, it soon became clear that Croque Monsieur’s intentions were far from honourable, as he wreaked havoc in the office, causing mayhem at the heart of the British Government! Even Mr Blair himself was not exempt when he rang up my Johnny for a chat about policy-type stuff, as Croque Monsieur cut the phone dead just as Tony was about to tell Johnny just how and when he’d be quitting as Prime Minister, and what he really thinks of Gordon:
Such stress just added to poor Johnny’s hunger, so he decided to call an early lunch. Again, however, Croque Monsieur had other plans, forcing Johnny to eat a plate of chips for lunch and risk a carb-induced coma:
If you want to share your life with this Gallic, Brownite interloper, please check out Bittersweet’s blog for the pattern – thank you for sharing it with us!