Thoughts and Prayers for

For years the little ball of fluff has made its home upon the head of the very prodigious Mr Johnson. It would be sustained through tiny holes in Johnson’s head that would excrete more of the cloud ever so slowly. Occasionally Boris would trim it, but only a little.

Now it’s reputation is being called into question through no fault of it’s own. It’s owner has gone rogue, allegedly lying to the Queen and riding roughshod over parliament.

It doesn’t deserve it. We’re thinking of you little cloud. Be strong.