There's so much going on in the world and it disturbs me that I can't be out there, doing my part. Ever since the you-know-what, I've been waylaid by my Dr. Morell and my various conditions, both of which keep me from getting over-excited about world affairs. Nevertheless, I'm particularly upset about Barcelona, for so many reasons, but especially now.
Ever since I was Secretary of State, I'd been warning that conditions in Spain were going to reach a boiling point and it looks like I was absolutely correct. I just checked and the prices of Lladro porcelain figurines have been increased again. They are now just too expensive. This is what happens when you let Merkel run everything into the ground. That Euro business screwed up everything over there.
The last time I was in Barcelona, the dollar wasn't as strong as it is now, but even then I picked up a truckload of Lladros, (including the little farmer boy, the puppy with the ball and the one with a bunch of geese under a blanket in a basket) for next to nothing. Most people think Lladros
Some days, when Dr. Morell thinks it's safe to let me out, I have Bessie wheel me through the living room, where all my Lladro figurines are on display. I love looking at them. They're so pastoral. They remind me of a better time, when nobody
I sure hope things get better in Barcelona, but if Lladro prices keep going up, nobody is going to want to go there. No way.