Oh dear me. I watched the debate - I felt it was my duty to listen to them all. But what a shambles. I am not a Boris fan - not an any of them fan (that is not my political leaning) - but Boris, as far as I could see, won hands down The others spent the whole time interrupting, disagreeing, telling everyone what they had already done when they were in whatever job they were in, arguing like children. All Boris did (apart from forgetting the Questioner Abdullah's name) was answer a straight question with a straight, maybe slightly devious, answer and then let the stage clear for the others to show that they are definitely not capable of the job. Or so I thought. You may disagree - that is your prerogative.
So I am more interested in looking out of the window at another pouring wet morning, standing water everywhere, garden soaked and the promise of very heavy thunderstorms later today. And thinking of poor Wainfleet under flood water.
It is our Poetry afternoon. I chose my poems last evening - a couple of Simon Armitage's as he is our new Poet Laureate, a Tennyson - he was my father's favourite poet and it was father's day last Sunday, and a couple of Ted Hughes. I shall now shower, get dressed, tidy round and make myself a coffee, Hopefully by then it will have stopped raining and Tess and I can do our morning walk.
Enjoy your day.