UK residents can write to their MP and request a ticket to attend Prime Minister's Question Time, which happens every Wednesday at 11.30 am.
"Dear Glenda", I thought, and seconds later it was done. Tickets are limited, so I'm prepared for a bit of a wait. I just hope it will be as much fun as it is in Sue Townsend's "Number Ten", when a journalist asks the PM the price of a pint of milk and he says, stalling for time: "Ha ha, we're in Europe now, Maggie, surely you mean a litre!" but she won't be put off and all the other MPs titter nervously, as none of them have any idea of the correct answer. Then someone asks the PM when he last caught a train and he says that he was on a train with his wife and children last weekend. He's unaware that in the gallery, a photograph is circulating of him sitting in a toy train with his knees around his ears at a local fun park...
In other news, Bridget Jones is pregnant, as predicted.
Off to Italy this afternoon - more when we return.
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