Inside Number 10

Pics as promised:

Did I meet our PM?

Well, getting through the gate was an anxious moment. They won’t let you in unless you’ve pre-arranged & it took them a while to find my name on the list. I was just ringing the contact No. I’d got when they sent me round to the side gate.

Getting through the gate

Getting through the gate

Then it’s show the ID & into the security post. The parcel went through OK but there was a flutter about my mobile phone – too many wires!  I didn’t think they had wires these days!

Good chat with the two Police on duty who were rather surprised that I’d walked from Leicester. Very sympathetic too.

Then the long walk to the door of Number 10, 50 metres away. The ‘man on the door’ also didn’t seem to be expecting me, but found me on the list & made a phone call.

Gordon came in with hand outstretched – just kidding – no such luck but I do pray he reads the books. I handed the parcel to a very pleasant & slightly mystified young lady with an explanation. I guess Mr & Mrs Brown don’t get many presents from ordinary voters. Said young lady particularly mystified at a parcel containing a bar of ‘Zaytoun’ soap & a bag of pebbles. The letter will explain all. I hope she finds it so distracting she actually shows it to Mr &/or Mrs B.

Getting out

Getting out

In the meantime the suffering & injustice goes on.

tomorrow –  honours and what next…..?

Mission accomplished ??

Mission accomplished ??

peace (with Justice)

Dave

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