Daughter

A trip up town to meet the daughter in some artisanal chaotic cake shop - Lovecrumbs, which was all very lovely. Twenty two weeks in and she’s well apart from getting regularly out of puff. Which leaves me room to speak. And eat.
Later, to Ocean Terminal to watch Knives Out which is an entertaining lot of nonsense (which the SK quickly detests). That Daniel Craig southern accent should get an award. Or something.
And then... the exit poll. Oh dear.
So anyway, I sloped off to bed about 4:30am not long after the Edinburgh counts came in. A more reflective blip will be along. Or maybe not. Bet there are a few ex-Labour MPs who wished they’d voted for May’s deal noo!