Hanging On...

The morning was bright, and so I took Ruby out for a nice fifteen mile solo ride at my pace, averaging sixteen mph and getting home just before Miss came back from the hairdressers. First 'strenuous' ride since we came back from the mainland, and it felt like it.

The weather tended towards meh in the afternoon, but stayed dry and we worked in the gardens before heading out for an evening constitutional. The uncodified Constitution of the UK is about to get another shakeup as some of the dreadfuls return to cabinet.

Although Smogg is gone and hopefully for good, Raab is back to have another go at the Human Rights Act, and gods help us poisonous Braverman is back to harass all and sundry only six days after resigning because of a Code of Conduct misdemeanour.

I called the new PM 'Sunk' the other day, in an inadvertent if prescient typo. Like Mr Bombus above, this government is hanging on long after any decent government would have said "it's a fair cop, guv" and gone to the country again. Would you bee leave it...