De l’orage cette nuit et un peu de pluie. Enfin ! Brouillard en ce moment. La température dehors a un peu baissé. À peine levé mon Maître a tout ouvert pour faire entrer un peu de fraîcheur. Vous avez dû remarquer que mon Maître n’est pas un grand amateur de ce que la plupart d’entre vous appelez le beau temps. Moi non plus, d’ailleurs et mon copain RouXy aime bien l’ombre, quand il y a du soleil partout.
“Bad news, this week, “ my Master sighs… “Like many other people on the Continent the British have decided to try and retrieve their lifestyle of ‘before’. A time when everything was in their control, when life was pleasant, when petrol was cheap, when Britannia ruled the waves, when the colonies provided abundant resources, when Arabs, niggers and coolies worked hard for little pay…”
My Master tells me he is not worried for himself or for us, Frimousse and RouXy, but for the young. Instead of regaining a lost Paradise he thinks they are more likely to regain the dark age of war and confrontation between nations.
RouXy’s Master is like a candle that slowly goes to its end…
The English take control
