Foaming at the mouth

Vegan tasting evening at The London House in West Byfleet. Excellent food and company. Month 11 of my year of living amazingly. And nice to do something of an evening rather than being in bed at 9pm. This was the pudding. Or rather one of the puddings.

The whole country was foaming at the mouth over the Brexit business today. I scanned every online sheet of the 585 page document that is a lawyers wet dream and a nightmare for the man on the Clapham omnibus. All I could work out was that they wanted to regulate Reliant Robins, set up a committee to look at the rock of Gibraltar, and burn Theresa May at the stake.

Eventful day. Time for bed now.