The morning light grey as the rain rattling upon windows, clouds almost down at tree level, only a slice of 101 and its neighbour visible. Coffee. Check sense of smell is still working return to the window to check that the weather is outside and not inside, the clouds are indeed down low, rain pouring down in sheets blown in upon a southerly wind. The air's colder, a bite to it, a day for the woolly hat if there's a break in the weather. The room almost focussed now, the final page of yesterday reopened, thoughts flittering, gaze diverting to the shifting shapes beyond the window, distracted and restless. A reason to postpone things, another cup and something to sound the day into motion.

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The clock informs me that it's late afternoon, that it's Wednesday. Against my better judgement I open up the newspaper, parliament has resumed, after a fashion, there's a PMQs to look forward to later, the hope that, finally, the government will begin to be made to account for its inactions and failures. Then I make another mistake and check to see what debris Drumpf's daily car crash has flung out today, the carousel of denials swirling around spitting out falsehoods and accusations. But it's an even more cynical and soured humour now, watching the propaganda machinery of the populists continue to play politics with peoples lives while they fail in their most basic duties of care. But then I read about the demo's against lockdown, against reason, supported by the usual suspects, participants raging with typical idiotic fervour against science and rationality. Sometimes you just have to wonder...