It’s Saturday. My day of rest. It says so in the fucking bible, so it must be true. On the 7th day, blah, blah, blah. And being very observant of such things, this is my ‘day of rest’, so far.

Tai Chi class; 8.15, peaceful, calm, almost restful, until the punching starts. Followed by tennis at 10.30, in the glorious sunshine. There were 6 bags of ‘rubble’ wot needed taking to the dump. From the guy who repaired our driveway. But wouldn’t take the rubble because they charge him at the dump. Oh well, how heavy can 6 bags of rubble be? Well, think of the heaviest thing in the world and rubble is heavier. But I did it. Ok, yes, I DID have help, at both ends (because the dump guy felt sorry for me), but it was me wot did it!! And the lawn needed mowing. And the path needed sweeping. Because they haven’t yet invented a gardener that Mel doesn’t hate after 3 weeks, gets in a slanging match with and tells never to darken her lawn again!! Elon Musk can make a car that flies, but he can’t make a decent gardener by my wife’s exacting standards.

Thank God it started raining. We ‘had to come in’. Phew.

Katie Zacharia can have a nice rest. After having the most hectic week any White House press secretary has ever had. She lasted 5 whole days. Not counting the one which was a public holiday and the one on which she got sacked. Sorry, she was ‘transitioned’ into a better… life? Gender? State?? Anyway, she’s gone. Because she’s not a lawyer. Ok, she IS a lawyer in some respects but not in others. You may rightly observe that she doesn’t need to be a lawyer; it’s not a legal job. And you’d be right. But if you call yourself ‘a lawyer’, it generally helps if you are one. But other than that she was perfect for the role. She’s blond, ridiculously right wing, has 4 kids (they love a ‘mom’) and her facial reconstruction work (so far) is pretty good. Just like the previous 3 incarnations before her. They’re like Dr Who, they change every few months and you barely notice. Wanted: stroppy right-wing blonde to act as apologist for the most irrational, unpredictable, unreliable, wacky President America has ever had.

And that President has, basically, sold out Ukraine for a gallon of cheap diesel. Ever since ‘Oval Office-gate’ in which a bunch of Southern-state wide boys bullied the President Zelensky for not wearing a tie, Trump has been ‘nice’ to him. Helping. Providing aid. Yet his heart has always been with Put’n. He now reckons that if he can get cheap diesel from Russia, by lifting sanctions, he can win the mid-term elections next month. Which he won’t do, even if he gives a truck full to every Republican voter (Republicans don’t drive cars. Ever). But obviously, we are surmising, there were ‘strings attached’. Like locking Ukraine out of the US defence satellite system, making it near impossible for them to track Russian missiles and drones. Then he’s calling for Ukraine to elect a new president and is blaming them for the war.

What a total fucker.

Otherwise,

HAPPY Saturday

A xxxx