Madness indeed. My kingdom has been breached. An enemy marauder has gained access, and apparently NO ONE is concerned about this besides moi.
The big oaf waits happily for the marauder to arrive.
My manservant. What can I say? I looked up “weak” in the thesaurus, and ALL the words (there are too many) apply to him. He is useless to me.
But he has been a faithful consort, and so occasionally I grant him access to my comfortable quarters.
Bess, the traitorous lady in waiting. I don’t trust her with my dog bone, much less hoping that she would protect me in my hour of need.
And alas. When the stress gets to be too much, and I turn to my comfort food of choice, all the wonderful pink flowers are gone. (I know some of you can relate to this scenario.)
There are more pink flowers, but alas, someone has put them up high in an effort to save me from my own destruction.
But as another blogger pointed out, a bit of sun does do wonders for a troubled soul.
Back inside, I try to regain control of my kingdom by usurping the favored chair as often as possible.
Alas, at the end of the day, there’s nothing to be done except try to forget about the day’s worries.
Being a monarch. Its a difficult road, but one must graciously accept the responsibilities dealt to them in this life.