Phew...

A tired, hot Frieda.
When I picked her up at 8.30, she was already tired, having had a restless night because of the weather. She was visibly hungry, but didn't want to eat. Bad combination.

Cutting a long story short, nothing really settled her and we went for the grandparental last resort at midday: a short trip in the car. She went straight to sleep and was much happier when she woke up 45 minutes later. After that we had a relaxed afternoon together.

The ongoing spectacle of the Tory party leadership contest is grim. A bidding war about tax cuts. Silence about most of the issues that really matter. Plenty of macho posturing by both women and men. Ugh.