Meltdown on a twitter feed

A bad night's sleep, then a bit of plotting and scheming with Keith this morning, then a bit of work and admin... billing mes amis in Paris. While Lorraine went with Maureen to get her other ankle injected. A smidge of planning with Robin. Then Lorraine and I drove back to Canterbury to try to exchange Maureen's new trousers for another size (a failure), and did a smidge of other shopping. We had fun just driving along and going shopping though. We are counting the hours till our homelessness is over.

Home again, feeling excitable about everything. Mum called Maureen, and it was odd to hear Mum chatting to Maureen and not be involved. Lorraine and I cooked a cheeky curry for our evening meal. Otherwise a quiet but cheerful night -- Pat and Maureen having packed for their granddaughter Louise's wedding near Plymouth. 

I became sucked in by the political dramas of the day. The odious Suella Braverman quit her job as Home Secretary today, following a breach of ministerial code, and a slanging match with doomed numbskull PM Truss. The Tory party having a meltdown in the lobby with accusations  of dirty dealing in a vote about fracking. Tory whips where said to have resigned, then later unresigned. Surely this Trussterfuck has to end soon. Twitter, which is generally unpleasant, is wonderful for breaking news. I follow a few political correspondents and on an unprecedentedly febrile day like today the news is almost instant. I look at everything today and feel an almost fathomless contempt for the personal ambition enabled by lies which has brought this country so low since the disaster of Brexit.

A few DS9s before bed. Pat and Maureen watching them quite happily.

Gave myself the horrors today, imagining some last minute problem with the house purchase. I will only believe it when I am there.