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848. Stanislaus’ moment


When Stanislaus Zolonowski-Bogomolov was elected pope he simply didn’t know what name to choose. Martin VI perhaps? Urban IX? Lando II? In the end he opted for Zachary. Zachary the Second! I accept! Humbly, of course.

And now to appear on the balcony. What to say? The thronging crowds were cheering. He waved. Good evening, he said – in Italian at first. And then in lots of languages because he was a polyglot. Good evening! Good evening!

Zachary the Second waved again. The crowd cheered. Hurrah! Hurrah!

“Come along Freddy,” said the nurse at the retirement home. “It’s time we threw you into the shower before bed.”

800. They’re away today

(No audio today!)

My Master is away today and it is meant to be the 800th story on the 800th day. We really can’t let the occasion go by without a commemoration of some sort. Usually I’m not allowed near the computer, but since no one is here, I shall step in and take charge.

My name is Delia. I am a dog. It’s certainly a dog’s life, and I seem to be the dog’s body around here.


The first thing I did this morning was to jump into a proper bed and have a sleep-in. Normally I’m not allowed anywhere near the bed, let alone under the blankets.


The next thing I did was to get Jeeves (he’s the butler) to drive me around the farm. There are so many animals to keep in order.


When I got back it was time for my walk. I don’t know how they managed to arrange it but somehow the Pope took me, as you can see from the picture. The crowds were phenomenal.


Then of course it was time to eat, so the cat said grace first (she is such a hypocrite). She did it obviously because the Pope was there. She never usually bothers.


And then (you won’t believe this) after eating she pretended to read the Bible.


Of course, the Pope told us to be nice to everyone, so I’ve been trying. First with the silly old cow.


And then with her silly old calf.


And finally with the silly old stuffed toy. I’m sick of kissing everyone.


I’m not going to be nice to the goat. He’s a bit of an old devil.


Hark! (or rather, Bark!) I hear a car! They’re arriving back home! I shall hastily press the post button for all of this. The cat and I shall sit on the veranda and look innocent.


We haven’t done a thing all day. We’ve been so good. Have a nice day one and all!