Soft whip

I woke up super early to squally weather. Later I went over to Nicola and Tom’s for what may be the largest roast chicken dinner I’ve ever had. It was splendid to catch up and play games with their family.

Like it was 1998 again, mother gave me a lift as I’m not on her car insurance this time. Tom (not the same one who I was visiting) isn’t going to be selling many cones in weather like this.

We may all be smashed into oblivion soon by an outbreak of nuclear warfare, in which case ice cream vans, chicken dinners and the act of waking up will all become things of the past. The western powers are so blinded by the sense of their own superiority that they cannot fairly grasp the concept of two countries or groups of allies defending themselves in equal measure. This arrogance will get us all obliterated.