The Prime Minister was in Moray

Boris Johnson visited Moray today. Hiding behind closed doors he spouted insulting, undemocratic untruths, spoke to no members of the public but did have a jolly old boys network whisky tasting session with a football referee who also draws down an MP's salary on the side. The equivalent would be Nicola Sturgeon campaigning in the region known as England, for all of 30 minutes behind closed doors, learning morris dancing with a few of Jock Tamson's bairns...totally insulting, it would never happen, yet he would and he actually did, that's how he (t)rolls, utterly ridiculous and totally condescending.

I went to Moray today to support in a very tiny way a small army of wonderful volunteers that will by the end of today have served 1500 cups of tea and coffee and companionship to older folks after their flu jab these past two days. They entrusted me with making and pouring the tea, which was a genuine priveledge. While i might have developed a bit of a temporary repetitive pouring strain (teapots were the size of yer average Sandra's soup pot!), Boris Johnson, however, is a permanent repetitive bile spouting drain.