Who won? The verdict's not in @ No 10?

Arturo and I told you yesterday that we were on strike today - starting at midnight, last night. Two large rats crossed the threshold of No 10 and made their scurrying way to No 11. We took no notice, though I saw Arturo lick his whiskers!

We slept late, this morning. After a hearty breakfast of sardines and sour milk, we made our way to the Cabinet Office where one of the secretaries was listening to the BBC Radio 4 programme 'Today'. It's not one of our favourites - but it does let you know what's going on! Some man whose voice I recognised started whining about the strikes! I knew, at once, that it was the Weasel man - Francis Maude. He was trying to make another man - Mark Serwotka, agree that public service pensions were 'unaffordable'. He did not succeed. This Serwotka chap stuck to his guns. He said his union members would have to pay more, work 8 years longer and receive a lower pension. He said it was not right! Weasel man insisted that the unions had very little support, few members had even bothered to vote - so the strike was not right! He went on to say:

You cannot have more and more people supported by fewer and fewer people in work.

The more we listened, the more we thought that Weasel man was losing the argument. Then, it got even worse for him! The BBC chap started questioning him closely about his facts! Weasel man came away from the interview with his tail between his legs!

We then spotted a newspaper on the floor! A large section had been highlighted in red ink. We peeped and read that this Serwotka chap had made a comment:

This is the opening skirmish. Three quarters of a million tomorrow, it could be four million in the Autumn if they do not change direction.

Oh great! I thought - more days off to come! Then, we heard the main door open! Boy David sauntered in looking very pleased with himself.

"How did it go, Prime Minister?" Someone asked.

"Oh, fine! I took the children to school - no problem!"

"So - he's a strike-breaker," Arturo whispered in my ear.

Wailing Lad Clegg arrived looking not as downcast as usual. "Been urging co-operation rather than strike action." He said. He waited for praise from Boy David. He only got a favourable nod.

"Blimey," I said to Arturo, "It's bound to go belly-up then! Anything Wailing Lad says always goes wrong! Wouldn't want him in my team!"

Arturo and I decided not to go to Trafalgar Square. Last time we went there, I got my tail trodden on by some fat twerp! So, we lay in the sun under the rose bushes, instead. It seems, if this Mark Serwotka is as good as his word, we'll be having lots more days off this year!

'Bye!'