Entry 452

Diplomatic action

I hate being mad for days on end. I have been angry for days, since Callum told me about the situation in the Falkland Islands.

I can't get any news about them without asking government. I want to catch Weathersby on her backfoot. And to do that, I've got to accept being in the dark for the time being. It's just making me increasingly more irritable. At the reception with the Gibraltar Governor's staff and guests at the Convent, the Governor's residence.

The Governor is Tory selection and had an attitude about him that I really detest.

So given our strained personal relationship and my already foul mood my behavior was admittedly less than generous. I called him a name and a very un-kingly huff, stormed out.

When ^{I got back}. No when we got back, Rory called me on it.