Chicken’s eye is much better today, so I feel able to concentrate on other matters. I tried to contact Simon at the DECC but there was no answer on his office phone, so I rang him at home. I presented my concerns about the recent bouts of heavy rain to him in a concise and respectful manner, but he said he had bigger things to think about at the moment. Apparently, his boss has applied for another job and he might be in line for promotion if she gets it.
I checked various websites, and found quite a few vacancies in both the Conservative and Labour camps. I decided to apply initially for the job of Prime Minister, and in the event that I don’t get it; for the top job in the Opposition. Chicken said she liked the idea of me being the boss of the whole country, as long as it didn’t interfere with the amount of attention I gave her.
The Fairy said that isn’t how it works, and that I should pick a side that I agree with and believe in, and then stick to it. She said that I couldn’t go changing my mind willy-nilly with something as important as politics.
Which shows how much she knows.