I have forgiven the French - I forgive them for everything, from Agincourt to keeping us out of the EU for as long as they did.
I looked at President Hollande the other day standing up to the jihadist terrorists after their ghastly attack on innocent French civilians in Paris - young people enjoying an evening out - and announcing his Declaration of War; and with all my heart I wished him and the French nation all the best.
Obama won't even call the terrorists what they are - "extremists" are the worst epithet he can come up with. He came into Office bound and determined to be the President who ended all conflicts in the Middle East, and is sick as a parrot that is not going to happen.
Thursday early am.
Goodness, I must have been tired. Yesterday afternoon, Wednesday, I made some cup cakes for the meal, took them to the church (thank goodness) then closed my eyes for a little nap. When I woke up it was the middle of the night, all the lights were on, and I'd left the cat outside - how bad do you think I feel about that! She is now curled up, fast asleep, on the computer room sofa, and I am now wide awake sipping tea and crocheting.
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