6^th September (Day 2, or should it really be Day 1)

Boris Johnston (‘big fat ugly blond bastard’, yes that’s Angela again. I don’t know why Sky don’t not employ her as a political commentator) makes his goodbye-don’t-cryee farewell speech with Carrie (looking like an extra from Aladdin) nearby.

‘And like Cincinnatus I am returning to my plough’. Who? Mary Beard was on the news to explain that this was a reference to a Roman who had left his farm, led the Roman army to victory and then ‘returned to his plough’. He was also regarded as ‘an enemy of the people’. Sounds about right.

We have had a full day of news cameras following the flights of Johnston and Truss to Aberdeen airport (please Mr Putin, one rocket is all it would take), driving to Balmoral Castle (forsaken dreary looking pile in the wet Aberdeenshire countryside – been there once, was not really impressed). And then back to London again where Truss just missed a torrential downpour to give an inspirational speech (not) on the steps of 10 Downing Street.

The Queen looked small and frail in the photograph with Truss. She could surely have said ‘goodbye Boris’ and ‘hello Liz’ by Zoom.

And on and on and on the news coverage goes.

Thunder, lightning and rain. Although never ever as bad as in Pakistan. We have obviously rushed any amount of aid to Ukraine, but seem not up to it in terms of relief for the flooding. Why?

Price of Lurpack is back up to five pounds for the 450 g pack (in Sainsbury’s and B&Ms). Not paying that price, ever. Just not worth it. Sainsbury’s are doing a deal on the 750 g tub, it’s five pounds seventy-five pence.

Angela told me she is looking for a Truss doll to hang in the garden. I mentioned Chuckie. Saw her later. ‘Chuckie dolls are ninety pounds online. I’m not fucking paying that for Truss’.

Police have been at the end of the road all morning, sitting in the layby that leads to the building site. With their speed cameras. At the last count, from the kitchen window, they stopped at least ten drivers.

Rained really heavily.

Thunder.

Lightening.

More strikes announced on the railways.

Edinburgh getting back to normal after weeks of litter and rubbish all over the streets. I was there for the Festival and it did look bad. And in the good weather starting to smell. But good on the ‘bucket men’ (are there ‘bucket women’).

Politicians said during Covid they would ‘take care’ of the low paid workers that had ‘kept the country going’. No one realised they meant ‘take care’ in a kind off mafioso fuck off and get back to work way (OMG, Angela is having an influence on me).