Doing your dirty laundry in public. (Hello Boris!)

These are my socks drying upon a radiator. You may assume I am a fan of the black sock. I expect it appeals to my inner Calvinist.  A coloured sock is seldom appropriate. A patterned sock would suggest a flamboyance that is not in my genes. Wearing white socks out with the confines of a gymnasium should be punishable with a hefty fine.

Anyway back to our Prime Minister. Decided to keep his gob shut, wise move, it stops his pants catching fire or his nose getting longer, possibly both.

I am enjoying watching him sinking into the mire. What he needs is a catchy sound bite......Oh got it! "Fake News!" that'll work.

Right, back to mine, BYOB.