Here comes another mishmash of information, misinformation, gossip and general chitchat.
I am sooooo sooorrryyy but you have to do some of the work and decide which is which yourself!!!
Which ex-president is always at the new presidents house? Noooo, not Escudero!!!
What is he doing there, is he writing more letters letting everyone know what a great guy he is? Maybe he is writing his autobiography!!??!!
Does he berate our president with his knowledge of long words and stop her from making any sensible decisions? Who knows. Whatever they are "doing" it takes a long time and is top secret.
The ex-wannabee president is now in charge of the security, again, what's all that about? I doubt if he or any of the other Spanish debtors have paid much off all their outstanding debts. My better half came home quite late the other night and the security guard was highly visible. He was questioning the people trying to enter Mi-Sol Park and also those trying to leave. Apparently the main point of using the ex-wannabee is to secure the Spanish vote at the next AGM. I think that may be a bit optimistic to think that the Spanish will have cleared their debts and become voters within a year. But, as always, all be revealed.
Which Mi-solite got lost in the loft space whilst looking for a leak in the roof. The space between the ceiling and the roof was just large enough for a man (a thin man) to crawl through. The space was completely devoid of any light (apart from the little leak). Our hero got himself organized, he took a packed lunch, cigarettes, lighter, clean hanky and of course, his trusty torch. He had thoroughly checked the torch before packing it into his rucksack, there weren't any rust spots: he had a spare light bulb and the batteries were brand new and fully charged. Once his equipment was in place our hero gingerly climbed his ladder and levered his body up and through the trapdoor into the loft space. He started on his long, long journey; it was time consuming and back breaking work, looking for the small pin prick that was allowing rain into his beloved home. Time passed, and then...disaster ..Oh My!!...the only light our hero had dimmed and passed away..The torch battery had died, catastrophe had struck. The Misolite panicked, "where am I" (yes, that old chestnut) and "what am I doing" flashed through his mind. He realized very quickly (in a nanosecond) that it was that common phenomenon "pitch black". What to do?, he decided to knock on the ceiling, knock, knock. No answer was the firm reply. KNOCK, KNOCK again, this time he heard a mumble. "What?" he shouted. "Turn left" was the reply. Our hero was completely nonplussed by this response, but trying to stay cool, decided to ignore it. To cut a long and labourious series of knock, knock and answers short, our intrepid Mi-solite was returned to the bosom of his family and a hero's welcome. After a nice hot cup of tea, the lady misolite said "is that the leak fixed then?" Was our hero another George Washington? No he was not. With a sweet smile upon his face, he looked directly at his wife and innocently said "Of course dear."
Sooo, you tell me, does everything come to those that wait??
Adios mis amigos
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