Strange Weather for Strange Times

I have only one good leg, a runny nose and a spluttering cough. My head has been laid waste through this new found addiction to parliamentary proceedings. I am not in the best frame of mind.

I sought a little peace up on the moor. The mist rolled in and out, like waves at the beach. I was out long enough to witness the tide turn a few times. It was the strangest of weather. For a little while, the 'B' word was forgotten.