Walking the Dog .

I still felt unwell this morning after yesterday's unconventional feeding arrangements, but was much better by the time Mrs TD arrived home from her week-end jaunt. By then, the tilers had gone home having almost finished the grouting. It was the supplier's fault for not providing enough so I lay no blame at the workmen's door. In fairness, for all my complaints, they seem to have done a pretty good job.

The afternoon was spent investigating "white goods," even though some of it seems to be grey; the influence of that nice Mr Major seems to be lasting a long time. During his time as prime minister there was a joke about two char ladies at Westminster discussing him, one commented on how well he dressed, the other said, "Yes, and so quickly too." That was before the scandal with Edwina Curry surfaced.