… and God laughs, as the saying goes. But Rishi Sunak is no mere mortal! He’s a Superman! Even though he looks more like The Atom. Because according to Rishi: “its all going to plan!”, as wages take their steepest rise for 22 years. Not mine, must be yours.

But what was that ‘plan’ exactly? The one which is working so well and to which the nation’s economy is almost powerless in its wake? Was it to arrange record levels of inflation and fuel charges, add in massively increased cost of goods and services to the point where half the nation was on the verge of bankruptcy and homelessness, thus forcing employers into ‘inflation matching’ wage rises? In which case ‘the plan’ is indeed working. And for that we must all feel much, much better. As long, of course, you don’t have a mortgage, eat any butter, cheese, eggs or fruit, drive a car in London or ever intend to heat the house again. Then you’re fucked.

It feels like the country is being run by spin doctors. Who, it would appear, are the only doctors who don’t come with 6-month waiting lists.

Its much easier to write the problems in a different way than to actually resolve them. Same as the ‘waiting lists’.

Meanwhile, life for us Lionesses just got one million times better than ever before. We beat the (fucking) Aussies, poor, saddened Wallabesses or Kangaresses or Brucesses, in the semi-final of the actual (Gels) World Fucking Cuppppp!!!! The first time an England football team has made it to a final since the days when you needed 11 penises to get there. I AM LIVING A DREAM! Albeit a slightly frilly, lacy, flouncey-yet-quite-butch version of that dream. England did reach the rugby world cup final, AND it was in Sydney, AANNDD it was against the Aussies, and we bloody won that, but it was only the boys.

This is so exiting I may actually watch it! COME ON ENGLAND!!!

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx