October 4th, 2017


Poor Old PM...

Much as I loathe and despise Teresa May, I honestly had to feel a bit sorry for her, having her stupid speech sabotaged by a prank, an unstoppable coughing fit, and the Tory slogan on the wall behind her falling apart as she spoke. Not her day.
Not my day, either, I just didn't feel up to going out, much as I wanted to, what with the damn back pain, and the cold I'm struggling against. Jesus wept. It was a weird day, too. with a strange, heavy, too-quiet atmosphere.
To add to my peevishness, the damn RADIO TIMES hasn't arrived, again. Fap.
DOCTOR FOSTER finished rather lamely, I thought, for all that sound and fury. I don't think a third series is a good idea.