9th September
As predicted.
Wall to wall.
Some Scottish clergy woman was on at one point. ‘When I saw that photograph of the Queen in Balmoral I thought I have sat on that green settee talking to her. It was such a thrill.’
Government will now shut down for ten days or more. Which I thought was quite rich given we have had no effective government for months, while the Rishi and Truss show was on the road, and Boris was too busy flying fighter jets, and getting photographs taken in different outfits as he visited various factories. I wonder if he realises that people wear those outfits to do serious work as opposed to just pose for the camera. A few weeks back he took part in a police raid.
I think I’m going to buy a Pet Hate toy and hang it from the tree in the front garden. Johnston. Truss. Sturgeon. Harry. Patel. Dorries. In fairness to Truss at least the last two have resigned before being kicked out. And I don’t really have anything against Harry Styles. Ok, so that’s a joke. I do mean the other Harry. I wonder if hanging Pet Hate toys in the garden would be regarded as a hate crime? And I suppose Putin should be hanging there as well, along with Trump, but I can’t really get as worked up about those two.
One of my scientist friends is attending a conference in London about the oak processional moth. She thought it might be cancelled due to current circumstances. But no, the life of a predatory (to oak trees at least) and seemingly life threatening (to humans should they breath in the hairs from the caterpillar) insect – with colonies in London and the Home Counties – trumps (not him) the life or rather death of a monarch (I used that term because of the general moth/butterfly focus of this paragraph).
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