It is clear that in the US there is too much power in the hands of the President. The Attorney General, who is the Attorney for the people, not the President, seems to have forgotten that. Yesterday he brought a whole new meaning to the word 'obfuscate' as he ducked and dived every question put to him, at times providing answers that were totally bewildering or pretending not to remember or even worse seeming not to understand the question.
I went into the kitchen to get some lunch when I spotted out of the window my neighbour's huge Alaskan type dog standing in the middle of the road. For a split second I thought of leaving him there as a new type of traffic calming measure. I went out and tried to push him on to the sidewalk but with no collar and the sheer size and weight of him I could not budge him but was left to simply wave to the traffic to slow down. He was filthy, obviously having found a nice, muddy ditch to roll around in. I eventually persuaded him to move to my neighbour's gate. It was a public holiday and they were clearly out. I banged on Marie Jo's front door, a definite no no in France, during the lunch hours but needs must. I asked if she had a rope of some sort. She disappeared and I turned to see the dog standing in the middle of the road again. Marie Jo appeared with what looked a washing line and we tied it round his neck and pulled him across the road and into my front garden. With a low wall I clearly couldn't leave him there so I decided to take him through the house and into the enclosed back courtyard. Leaving black marks all over the floor and with Marie Jo pushing from behind we managed it.
Eventually Jean Pierre returned . As I opened the back door his dog lurched into the kitchen skidding on the tiled floor, leaving black tracks right through to the front door. Jean Pierre lurched after him shouting 'shall I come back and clean your floors?' I looked at the devastation and went to fetch the mop.
I went into the kitchen to get some lunch when I spotted out of the window my neighbour's huge Alaskan type dog standing in the middle of the road. For a split second I thought of leaving him there as a new type of traffic calming measure. I went out and tried to push him on to the sidewalk but with no collar and the sheer size and weight of him I could not budge him but was left to simply wave to the traffic to slow down. He was filthy, obviously having found a nice, muddy ditch to roll around in. I eventually persuaded him to move to my neighbour's gate. It was a public holiday and they were clearly out. I banged on Marie Jo's front door, a definite no no in France, during the lunch hours but needs must. I asked if she had a rope of some sort. She disappeared and I turned to see the dog standing in the middle of the road again. Marie Jo appeared with what looked a washing line and we tied it round his neck and pulled him across the road and into my front garden. With a low wall I clearly couldn't leave him there so I decided to take him through the house and into the enclosed back courtyard. Leaving black marks all over the floor and with Marie Jo pushing from behind we managed it.
Eventually Jean Pierre returned . As I opened the back door his dog lurched into the kitchen skidding on the tiled floor, leaving black tracks right through to the front door. Jean Pierre lurched after him shouting 'shall I come back and clean your floors?' I looked at the devastation and went to fetch the mop.
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