Isn’t it great when someone gets well and truly hoist with his own petard? I’m talking of course about a certain Mr Cummings who has, over the last few years, managed to deliberately get up the noses of just about everyone in the country - politicians generally, members of the Tory party, the cabinet, the civil service, the press, most members of the public who have more than half a brain cell and especially remainers (have I forgotten anybody?). And that’s even before he took his trip to Durham. Now the worm has turned and he wonders why we won’t forgive and forget. Simple enough Dominic: you can’t drive 250 miles while insisting that everyone else has to stay put at home. Well, the latest polls show that 71% of the country think he’s a pillock and should be sacked, while 85% think the reasons he hasn’t been is that he’s got something over Boris or that Boris can’t operate without him. So it’s hardly surprising that 100% now won’t give a stuff about social distancing, track and tracing or testing.
It was enough to convince Rosie and me that Sophie and Bay should be allowed to migrate from London for a week or so before Bay’s school begins again. After a couple of months of strict isolation we reckoned the risks were low and the benefits high. And so it’s proving: fresh air, large garden, long walks and joyful relaxation.
The only fly in the ointment though is this beautiful weather: although the garden looks a picture it’s only late May but it looks like mid-June. Everything is weeks ahead of schedule, the grass is brown and not a sign of desperately needed rain. What we need is a Minister for Drought…that worked for Harold Wilson. Maybe a downpour or two might get Boris and Cummings out of a bit of a hole.
