Following the resignation of Lord Geidt, Boris Johnson’s ‘ethics advisor’, they may need to replace him with three new people. Mainly because Boris has, evidently, apparently and certainly, no clue about the subject whatsoever. He remains a morality-free-zone. And personally I couldn’t think of a harder job to do. But I’m going to try.

Douglas Bader’s football coach.
Victoria Beckham’s singing instructor.
Kier Starmer’s personality consultant.
The fox in my garden’s toilet-trainer.
Kim Jong-Un’s style guru.
Liam Gallagher’s elecution teacher.

To name but a few. It does make you wonder how we ended up with a Prime Minister devoid of accountability, who lies, breaks the law and is generally such a moral vacuum that his own ethics advisor finds his own position untenable.

Meanwhile, back in the Promised Land, we revisited the kebab shop last night, with some friends, to spread the word, and the hummus. Then we went for ice creams. To finish off the complete ‘fine-dining’, ‘healthy-eating’ event which started with a bottle of red on the balcony with crisps and nibbles. The ice cream here is the ultimate. That’s where the real ‘fine dining’ comes in. Simply sensational. I’ll take a pic when we go back tonight. Because we will. It’s the last night of the holiday so calories count for even less than in the preceding days. And as we stopped counting at check-in at Heathrow, WHO GIVES A SHIT ANYWAY?

Happy Tuesday

A xxxx