Politics or the Garden?

I do like to write in the mornings, but what to write today, the day that our lying, cheating and arrogant prime minister received yet another kick to his bollocks. That he doesn't have any can be the only explanation for the unnatural way he survives law-breaking, abuse of privilege and support for the proven bullies in his cabinet.

Meanwhile, I look out over the garden, not a mass of colour as Spring has ended and Summer not quite arrived, but a garden stocked so full that weeds have little chance to thrive. From acanthus to lemon balm, from flomis and verbena to digitalis, iris, geum and all those acers. Trouble is the garden can be work and I'd prefer to abuse Johnson and his cronies here indoors and out of the wind. Read one post this morning where the Charity Commission has required the chief executive of ....... to stand down as his charity is leasing him a thirty-roomed castle for £2k a month and paying his partner £150k per annum to act as his personal assistant; I wonder what services she provides for that? Clearly charity!

All this writing today is because I'm not focused on any one issue. Been to The Christie early, haemoglobin count is normal, kidney a little low, drink more water, now know who my surgeon will be, David D........, sounds like a comedian from TV but extremely well reviewed.

Nothing flows today, no creative thoughts, no stories; maybe i could focus on distant cousin Ann whose funeral is next week and the time she spent travelling Europe in her youth (St Petersburg in the late 40s, wow!), better still her aunt who was interned in Austria as an enemy alien during WW1. Maybe, maybe not? Time to end this drivel and drive Patsy to Decathlon; now there's an worthwhile task!