What must the world think of us? The length of time it took to get rid of a corrupt, immoral, lying, self-serving, entitled, privileged idiot of a prime minister. The execrable debating skills of the jokers looking to replace him. The endless mud-slinging between the partisans of the remaining two mediocre candidates, and between the candidates themselves. Right now, what is needed is statesmanship. What we shall get is a feeble prime minister chosen by 160,000 elderly right-wing men on the basis of lying, undeliverable promises. Discuss.
Good news, if trivial, is that my ancient teeth need nothing radical done to them for the time being. I’d a pleasant drive up to the town where I used to prefer to practise the hobby, only these days the government no longer pays the mileage: I used to try to book dental appointments early on days when I had to be in court.
Speaking of outgoings, the bathroom refit is almost paid for: we’re just waiting for the sparky’s bill. It’s a whisker less, so far, than I’d feared, so we’re keeping the rest in the housekeeping account in preparation for our September trip to CH, which should drain it pretty damn quick.
And as for the really serious stuff, the rudbeckias are flowering fit to bust, we have daily crops of spuds and tomatoes, and we at last have enough in the water butts for the daily watering. The runner beans are another story, however: crops are minimal thanks to blackfly and drought. The latter seems to be discouraging the former, at least. Onions grown from seed are outgrowing those planted as sets, though quite a lot are going to seed. We’ll probably crop one of this year’s leeks soon to see what sort of flavour they offer. Not the weather for blanquette or leek and potato soup - but then vichyssoise might be an option?