24 July 2022

Well, it was certainly scorcio on Monday and Tuesday as the weather folks had predicted. The UK recorded its highest ever temperature on Tuesday and even in downtown Moreton Pinkney it was hotter than a very hot place on a very hot day. The weather people said it got up to 36o but I must try to remember to ask one of our lovely neighbours who has a proper weather station-type thing – I suspect it was hotter.

The worst Prime Minister since the last one has said his “good-byes” to Parliament which is a bit of a surprise – most everyone assumed he had checked out long ago. I.e., in the first few days after he was elected. He always desperately wanted to be Prime Minister but never really wanted to do the job – it’s actually quite hard work.

While the UK was baking hot this past week he skipped (all of) the emergency cabinet meetings to address the crisis in order to throw himself a party at Chequers, his grace and favour country mansion. And all those Tory MPs who only about a fortnight ago declared that they had lost all confidence in him as leader of the Conservative party, gave him a standing ovation after his final address to the House of Commons (apart from Theresa May, the previous worst Prime Minister whom Boris stabbed in the back, who pointedly declined to applaud).

We’re now down to the final two halfwits who will put themselves before the 100,000 or so members of the Conservative Party who will choose the next leader and, therefore, Prime Minister. Rishi Sunak, the former Chancellor and Liz Truss, the Foreign Secretary. Sunak has some brains and did a decent enough job getting the UK economy through the pandemic; Truss has no brains but a galactic-sized ambition and has obligingly said and done whatever the looney Brexiteers have demanded. So, it’s bound to be Truss then. The wonderfully amusing part is that all those who fancied their chances to replace Boris have been busy proclaiming how the current government is rubbish and their policies are bollocks. Yet somehow, with one exception, they all managed to hold positions of responsibility in that self-same government. Boris is shite but let’s give him a standing ovation anyway. You could not make it up.

I guess you would also have difficulty making up a system where around 100,000 predominantly old, wealthy, white, males would get to choose the next Prime Minister of the country.

In good news, we’re looking forward to a couple of busy weeks – Tuesday marks the arrival of Ben, Brex-Anna and Max for a visit and we’re very excited. Hope they sail through the ongoing luggage chaos at Heathrow with no mishaps and few delays.

And in related travel news, travellers hoping to get away to Europe for a summer break are having to wait up to six hours to clear customs at Dover and board a ferry for France. Traffic is backed up for miles all because the UK has “taken back control” of its borders.

The media did the rounds asking who was to blame and, of course, it’s all the fault of the French who are being deliberately obstructive. One traveller waiting in the queues had an alternative explanation – it’s Brexit! Quelle surprise! Of course, it’s Brexit you idiots – before the UK left the EU one could travel freely throughout Europe without any customs and passport checks. So, sitting in a hot car for six hours waiting to move 100 metres is just another one of those marvellous benefits of Brexit.

And finally, how about this lovely photo of a five-month-old Julieta?

Doesn’t time fly when you are enjoying yourself?

Meanwhile, keep happy, keep smiling, be careful, wear a f**king facemask in crowded places and keep your distance. And keep safe. And be gentle to wasps and bees.

Lots of love to you all,

Greg

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