The day of the evil clown's downfall

A calmer day. Up early and did billing. I can't write and just at the moment the whole endeavour seems like a futile waste of time.  So instead I went to the gym and sweated enjoyably and on my return listened to an excellent interview done by Robin.

Lorraine working from home for the first few hours. She was late home again due to an evening where she welcomed parents of next year's intake. 

I had time to get involved in watching the unfolding drama of the coup against Johnson. His car crash PMQs with Tory defectors knifing him, Stanmer on brilliant form. Then I watched him being grilled by a committee. The day ended  with him refusing to leave as PM, despite around forty resignations from government, assorted Tory 'heavyweights'  going to No.10 to tell him it was all over. Like Trump, another bare faced liar and delusional narcissist, he refuses to go. Extraordinary. It's not about the country, nor his party, it's all about him and his pathetic 'world king' fantasies. The worst prime minister of my lifetime. Hilariously the word from No 10 according to the late news was that the odious Gove had been sacked in retaliation for telling Johnson he had to go. No 10 spokespeople were reported to have called him a snake.

 Johnson wanted to be Churchill. He ended up in the Berlin Bunker.