London is hotter than the fires of hell. It’s official. Hell burned (Dante et al, 1256) at 106 degrees of Fahrenheits, and today it is 108. In between they invented Celciuses but they just confuse the issue. It’s so hot here that they reckon the roads will melt and the railway lines will buckle. Policemen will explode, teachers dehydrate and reduce to mere powder in 4.6 minutes of exposure, causing school caretakers to overheat as they sweep them all up. People are at peril. Unfortunately though, Westminster is air conditioned.

So Boris is setting out his grand ‘plan’ for the world, at the helm of which, he currently sits. That ‘world’ which is bordered by Vauxhall to the south, Trafalgar Square to the north and Buckingham palace to the West. The East doesn’t count.

But love him or hate him, Boris is a man on a mission. And that mission is Brexit. Yet much as I hate Brexit, if it has to be, and it does, then let’s do it and GET ON WITH LIVING.

Thus I must admire Boris’s first day. Because what he did was effectively take care of the ‘divisions in his party’ at least in the Cabinet. They are all of a mind. A Brexit mind. They’re all keen, driven and prepared to accept the dreaded ‘no-deal’. Because his predecessor’s paradigm of a ‘balanced debate’ got precisely nowhere in 3 years. Boris has loaded his table, getting rid of an unprecedented 17 former cabinet members in the process. The only solitary remainer in the team is Amber Rudd. Don’t know how that happened but if I was Carrie Symonds I might want to look a bit deeper at that.

So now its back to the heat. It’s Lila-day and the object is to keep her out of the sun and hydrated. Neither of which is easy because… because she’s Lila. Therefore, like her MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER she tends to adopt a contrary position to each and every suggestion or effort made by anyone over 2 years old.

Happy HEAT!!!! Because Britain is as prepared for this heat as it is for cold, rain, snow, dryness, wetness, moistness, autumness or Spring.

A xxxx