Theresa May is history. Though doubtless she’ll be consigned to the darkest depths of history along with Hitler, Stalin, various Kims, (Jong-Un, Jong-Il, Kardashian), Sadam Hussain, George Graham and Bruce Forsyth.

She’s going. Any minute now. There is simply no alternative. She has lost the plot. Shame she didn’t lose The Deal instead but that’s what happens after two-and-a-half years of 100% stress.

So now the entire cabinet is having its Julius Caesar moment and telling her if she don’t go then they’ll go. And with no government that means…

Probably more chaos than we currently have.

A million people marched yesterday for a ‘second vote’. I sympathise with them, would love not just a second vote but a total fucking ‘RESET’, but basically its wrong on so many levels. If it had been a horrible rainy day there’d have only been 200,000 people. We love a march and a demo here.

So I marched to a place called Crews Hill. Well, I drove there actually. Because its miles away and in the middle of nowhere. And we went there because of the garden centres. Now if you hate shopping, as I do, and, much as you love the garden, don’t really love the process, as I don’t, then a garden centre represents some kind of hell. But that would be a normal garden centre. Which they don’t have at Crews Hill. There they have garden centres the size of European principalities. They are simply massive. The one yesterday must have occupied about 10 acres. All indoors. That’s a lot of plants. Ok, it is very cheap there, quite amazing value. So you’re walking for 30 minutes to the geraniums and there are 42 million of the fuckers. Which Mel has to examine, every last one, before selecting. She’s very thorough. I was tearing out my spleen.

And thinking who will take over from Theresa May. Apparently David Lidington is the favourite. WHO??? Yes, the unofficial deputy PM, no-one knows about him, no preconceptions, no-one cares about him one way or the other so he can just step in, do what he can, take us (screaming and crying) out of Europe and then never be heard of again.

The list of applicants for the job of ‘interim’ is not long. It comes with ‘your career ends here’ caveat.

I’m gonna mow the lawn.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx