Leggings – the blog, Buzzards

Leggings – the blog, Buzzards

The Buzzards are back in Britain, their wings flung back, Rupert and his girls are floating over D -our ex prime minister, in hopes that he has more to give from General Watson's will. I should have been the main beneficiary, except, I suppose he's found some way around it, since most of it went to Scotland, where thievery is in vogue... and Rupert possibly picked up sky shares... and that's not enough for him and the girls...

There is a clause I believe about greed, in the will. Which they might have invoked, all without informing me or letting me see the will. Lloyd was said to have written another will for me - in which - if I took it, excluded me from the main will. I never got that one, I never got any of them. So I cannot be accused of greed.

There's a puzzling aspect of all this, Rupert looks much younger at the moment.... is it the same buzzard?

Or has he been replaced?

I know its a long time since I had Royal standing and was said to be the next Duchess of Gloucester before the mishap which left me very ill and so damaged that I couldn't bear to wear a hat, or wear heavy clothing or even carry a bag. I admit that I hate wearing hats for longer than 30 minutes, and heavy clothing is too much, and carrying a bag is again so difficult because of the break in one my bones that I'd rather grab a trolley and pull or push. Without Snowball – I'm also not horsey, which is at least apt, as I've no where to put Snowball!

You can still make out some of the injuries on certain photographs where the light picks them up. I don't dwell on it much. The Queen would sometimes call me Princess Beauty, and that was after earlier injuries and birth defects were dealt with. I was happy with that, and with the name of Rosebud which my nearest and dearest called me down at Dragon Hall, here at the mill, and at All Saints Green.