The Paunch Persists
The air cooled nicely overnight. Lorraine had a bad dream and screamed. I was awake instantly, but had to wake her. The night before it was foxes screaming that woke me. The day, when it came, was another scorcher but the heat seemed, in Brighton at least, a little less intense. With Keith today, and everything went smoothly with nice new clients on an enjoyable job. Otherwise took delivery of a pair of jeans, and a kindle for Lorraine. Also Robin uploaded the last Planet Poetry episode for a couple of months and I wrote the blurb. Following the Tory leadership race because I want all of them to lose. Pleased the swivel-eyed Suella Braverman fell at today's fence. Enjoyed the robot-in-the-headlights launch speech by Liz Truss. She is the current Foreign Secretary and one of the intellectual Lilliputians regarded as a favourite alongside Dishy Rishi and Penny Mordaunt -- a Harry Potterish name. Commentariat suggesting a Mordaunt vs Sunak final. To be decided by Brexity Tory Party m...