Mother Hubbard

The Love Referendum is still going strong. The results up to yesterday’s vote appear above.

Today, we get a vote from possibly the grumpiest character in existence. I wonder how she will vote? (Actually, to be fair, she isn’t the grumpiest character in existence… she was probably just a tad cranky when I caught up with her!)

“What do you want now?” She asked as she opened the door. I explained I was there for her vote, as we’d arranged. “Vote? Vote? You want another vote? From me?” I asked what she meant by another vote… but she didn’t say. I think it’s likely that with all of the time travelling back and to I’ve been doing lately, I’ve probably, at some point in the future, gone back and visited her before my visit now. It gets very complicated at times.

I love my pet dog
I love all my pet dog’s friends
And I love to eat

Mother Hubbard votes: NO

Mother Hubbard says: “And before you say anythin’, no I don’t eat my pet dog and her friends. She goes out, an’ comes back with ‘er friends. I ‘ave to feed ‘em, so I do. They eat my food. All my food. Me cupboards are always bare. Always. It’s because I love my dog and her friends. It’s the love that makes me do it. That’s not good. Now get out.”

Like I said; grumpy.

There will be another vote along tomorrow.