A the two-leggeds sat down to tea last night, with your truly helpfully hanging around to tidy up anything that may accidentally fall onto the floor, the conversation turned to the news of the day. "So, Maggie Thatcher's dead then," says me Dad. "Yeah, I quite liked her actually," says me Mum. "Was she a singer?" enquires the lad, I can never remember his name, Tidy Your Room I think it might be. Or Get Off That Sodding Xbox. It's one of those. Still, David Cameron has just sent his official letter of condolence to the Thatcher residence. It starts, "I regret to inform you that due to recent events, you now have too many bedrooms..."
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