Zoom chat with my in-laws

Finding it harder and harder to stay patient. Two more corn-fed, plumped up Brexit-Bollox-Beloving tories you couldn't hope to find. Sometimes they go to the States to hang out with some Trump-loving mates of theirs; I would rather chew my own leg off my body than join them.

FIL comes in with a lamentation; 'Who'd be a politician right now?' He says, as if these are the people dying and we are all expecting the impossible of them. How dare we expect them to run a country just because they said they could? Poor BoJo!

The lies coming out from this government are insane.
I should write them all down as a counter to the excuses these two will come out with, but I'm exhausted by it all.

I'm just having difficulties in not calling them out on the nonsense. R's brother once described them as 'basically a pair of fascists.' He was drunk at the time but still...

I try to keep in mind that these are my husband's parents and he loves them, that part of the reason he is such a good guy may well come down to their influence. But my temper is badly frayed, my patience almost gone. Our government is a bunch of mendacious incompetents. Chances are I would never have approved of a tory government, but I'd give credit where and if it was due, and it really isn't. So my irritation rises fast with this pair blindly approving of anything that doesn't make them feel bad about voting for pocket and prejudice.

Eh, there are good and bad days.

We just did a bit of gardening. I wasn't expecting hot weather in a Scottish April, but it's a beautiful day. My mood subsides. Time to let the sun soothe my soul.