In 50 years time our descendants will be looking through the ‘old photo album’, on whatever medium it may live, and rather than saying ‘ahhh, that was great Uncle George at your Mother’s inauguration as a witch ceremony’ and ‘this was your Grandfather Andy throwing up over the rabbi at his barmitzvah’, they’ll be commenting ‘oh that was an amazing starter my great grandfather ate at Nobu’, or ‘this meal was served in Paris where you actually get to eat a vegan’.

Our ‘memories’ will be what we ate. Oh, and kids. We take photos of kids. In case you failed to notice that. Because they’re magical.

So logically, the best photos of all are photos of kids eating. Or kids’ meals. Not necessarily in Joey’s case at the moment. And a photo of a rusk is not exactly a wow! either. But as Lila is on holiday we get a few photos sent over from Greece, not too many, just a few hundred a day, just to keep us going.

And this morning Lila was eating a croissant for breakfast that she was dipping in chocolate sauce. Horror of fucking horrors! Even I don’t eat chocolate for breakfast. Not always anyway. I mean, what kind of parenting is that??? The answer to which is ‘grand-parenting’. That’s what we’re supposed to do. Give the kids all the things which are banned at home, forbidden outside and generally VERBOTEN!!!! Parents do the raising and rearing, grandparents do the excesses of sugar, alcohol, drugs, salt in McDonaldsian levels and swearing. It’s in the rule book. Otherwise how can we possibly get ‘high horse’ messages just because we let Lila drive the car round the block a few times? Shoplifting is a divided task.

But again, the question we’ve been asking for 3 years, but now elevated to capitals: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN WESTMINSTER????

Boris has threatened the Tory ‘rebels’ that if they vote to outlaw a without-a-deal Brexit they’ll be banished from the party. Which has no majority anyway. So he’ll call a general election. Which Corbyn’s up for, even though his ratings are so low he might get beaten by the Lib Dems. A fate so humiliating that suicide would be the only option at that point. Something the polls would be much more in favour of. But it wouldn’t be an election in any normal sense. It would in reality be just another referendum on Brexit. Which is just what the nation needs.

Happy Tuesday

A xxxx