Note: when Truss was elected leader of the Conservative Party I decided to keep a diary of her first 100 days in office. At the end of each day I – mostly – sat down and wrote up the events of that day (with only some slight exaggerations).

5th September 2022

There’s a Boris Johnston doll swinging in the breeze from the arch in the garden next door.

I looked it up on Amazon and it’s a ‘Pet Hates Toys – Political Leaders – Soft Cat Toys With Cat Nip (Boris Johnson Regular)’.

There is also one of Nippie Sturgeon.

Angela is out there in her wellie boots, joggers, and t-shirt, filling the bird feeders.

I shouted ‘morning’ across the fence.

‘Fucking Truss’, she shouted back.

I can guess who will be hanging out there next.

Liz Truss (Liz for Leader, Trust in Truss) is announced as leader of the Conservative and Unionist  Party. ‘Fucking Tories’ as Angela endlessly refers to them, loudly and a bit embarrassingly when the neighbours are hosting a children’s birthday party in the garden for their six-year-old.

The broadcast, from some conference centre in London, tries to look a bit glitzy. It was quite entertaining when you think that the majority of MPs sitting there had not actually voted for her, but wanted ‘Dishy Rishi’.

The press and media have been quite comically cruel about the new leader.

What she wears (£6.50 earrings from Primark she boasted, or some other bargain store).

How she presents (woodenly, makes Pinocchio look human).

How she walks (awkwardly, think ET pushing a Zimmer frame).

What her teeth look like (off colour, not straight, a product of British dentistry; I’m amazed she found a dentist); and she is a woman (OMG), or at least identifies as one.

I think she looks like Chuckie, but that’s neither here nor there in terms of the qualifications I would think you might need to be a successful PM.

Now it’s endless speculation on who will sit in her cabinet.

Will Boris Johnston make a comeback (‘fuck Boris Johnston’, yes that’s Angela again).

Ten people have been knifed in Canada.

I thought the BBC had got it wrong and that they probably meant America, but it was Canada.

Nirvana won their legal case, brought by a man who appeared as a naked baby swimming on an LP cover. Who is or are Nirvana? The vinyl cover is on display in HMV; it’s a wonder no one has boycotted them.

The Facebook Warriors – that’s the name of group from the estate who champion ‘a better way of life for everyone’ – are out putting 20 MPH signs on the lamp posts.

Ever since the road at the bottom was completed there is now a ‘long run’ through the estate and cars have been speeding. The police appeared earlier. One of the neighbours parked her wheelie bins across one half of the road to slow cars down. She called it an animal rights protest because they have a cat and said there had been a few narrow misses. What they don’t know is that an ex-resident had actually been putting out saucers of anti-freeze, fed up (he told me) with cats shitting in his garden. Anyway, there was a bit of standoff, with Mike’s wife videoing and uploading it to the estate Facebook page later that evening. Has Covid driven people mad? Mike removed the bins and the police left.

First bin pick-up in two weeks (had the police called them I wonder). Refuse staff got their pay award.

No post tomorrow because of the industrial dispute (I think).

I’ll need to check the railway timetables.