I’ve scoured the newspapers and I can’t find anything. No spaghetti trees, no alien landings, no ships driving (do ships drive?) sideways down the Suez Canal. No global pandemics. Someone didn’t eat a bat, who ate a pangolin in China. Princess Diana isn’t alive and well and being honoured by a blue plaque on the address she’s been hiding out in all these years. Prince Andrew isn’t going to sand trial for being creepy with young girls. Germany hasn’t decided the vaccine is unsafe for under sixties. Cher hasn’t adopted the worlds loneliest elephant. People aren’t walking round Tesco’s in full hazmat suits and goats aren’t being rescued from rooftops. Or are they? This year, the real news is so bizarre that the papers are struggling.
The best GMTV could come up with was ‘Dove Island’ only to discover that it’s actually something we would all like to watch. Most of us have been watching our own version ‘Pigeon Palace’ from our bedroom windows all year anyway.
The world is so broken that things that should be ridiculous are possible. If I believed in a god then I would really wonder what we’ve done wrong.
Many years ago, this wonderful creature came to live with us on April Fools day.
He’s full of lumps and bumps, terribly grumpy but he is still the best prank ever played on us.
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