Just the last word on the local elections. Which were, apparently, all over England. None of the bits that don’t count, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, just us. And more specifically in London, where Labour did shit. Because Labour’s eventual plans for London, should they ever (god forbid a thousand times) come to power in what will be known henceforth as ‘departure day’, they will either nationalise the City of London, or impose such stringent taxes upon it that it will just move somewhere else. Labour simply hates the entire concept of The City. Even though it produces half the country’s wealth at least and generates more in taxes. But that is McDonnell’s dream; to bring down capitalism. Replace it, as they did in North Korea, with starvation.

And how good does the sunshine feel? Turning up for tennis yesterday it was warm, bright, cloudless, wind-free and I thought ‘WTF??? I can’t play like this. Where’s the rain, frost, ice, hurricanes??’ But it was ok. Almost like it was invented as some kind of ‘summer game’? News to me.

Today too, waking up to all that sunshine. I’m so glad that I didn’t become a vegan yesterday. Mainly because its always struck me as a dull and desperate thing to do, more suited to the wintry grey world lacking in colour and happiness. But I was tempted. I mean, so many people are vegan-ing out these days, maybe its time for some industrial quantities of tofu in my life. Not just for making the soles of my vegan tennis shoes but actually eating it. So to test the theory we went to a restaurant last night that only sells meat. To see just how horrible, how cruel, heartless (mainly because we didn’t eat any hearts, even though I quite like them), and brutal the world of the carnivore can be. Although I’ve lived in that world for nearly 62 years. Probably didn’t eat too much meat for the first week or so, therefore I have ‘form’ as a vegan, though not sure about the ‘non-dairy’ bit relating to breast-feeding.

And the Turkish restaurant brought us the ‘almost-vegan’ option. An immense platter of barbecued meat. The ‘almost’ comes about because there was rice and salad on the plate too. A little. Just for counterbalance to stop the plate falling over under the immense weight of the meat. And it was wonderful. And I can honestly attest that no animals whatsoever suffered in any way at all whilst pigging out for an hour on all that flesh.

I’ll put the tofu back in the freezer.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx