Jumbled day

The day started well enough, with a couple of hours' Greek practice in preparation for this evening's Zoom lesson. Watching builders installing a new window on a nearby house was an interesting distraction.

Then I picked Eben up from school at 3.20, and popped into Ruth and Josh's to pick up his swimming gear. This revealed that Ruth really is still not in good shape. I won't dwell on the details. But when she's feeling low, her ability to plan, and to communicate, really start to fray.  She was brittle.
This means that childcare plans we've previously agreed between us are unravelling, as she takes last-minute decisions (in this case, deciding to take the boys to London, with Josh, at the weekend, rather than leaving them with us for part or all of it).
It may all go well, they may have a wonderful time together. I really hope so. But the erratic planning is not a good sign, and the weekend is shaping up to be an exhausting marathon for them all.
Traffic was atypically dreadful on the way home, after I dropped Eben back home; so slow, in fact, that I missed the start of the Greek lesson and decided just to have a quiet evening instead.It's time to think over whether any help is possible, vis a vis Ruth's low mood.

On another tack, can we finally hope that the govt is actually imploding, and that a general election will become inevitable? I am glad that Suella Braverman - a woman who's made many extremely cruel statements - has resigned from being Home Secretary. It's hard to imagine a less appropriate woman for that job. Instead we now have hapless Shapps, the main with the dodgy business past; the man who was surprised to discover - when Transport minister - that Dover/Calais was an important trade route. Onwards and inexorably downwards.