Eating

Tea makes me nauseous.

It's the latest on an ever growing list of ingredients that don't suit me. Coffee = gone, bread = sort of gone, or at least to be baked/eaten with care, now tea.

Over the past few years it's been more and more a case of, er, nope, don't eat that. Or that. Leave that alone. Very annoying. I wonder if it's age?

Meanwhile, astonished at the government's decision to end the free school meals voucher scheme during the summer hols. Pressure's mounting on them to change their minds; from Piers Morgan, of all people, to Marcus Rashford, a Man United footballer writing for the Times on this and the broader subject of child poverty. It's shameful to think this is even an issue in one of the world's largest economies, and if we are headed for recession/depression, it becomes even more imperative for the state to feed its most vulnerable. This cannot be a thing, can it?

While parsimony on the part of Tories is hardly news, political ineptitude is a new anti-skill. Of course, with the probability of another 9 and a half years in power, they clearly don't feel the need for any competence beyond lying. Boris might not be pleased about Keir Starmer's apparent ability, I reckon he's a lot more worried about the far right of his own party, who are itching to displace him; he needs to be popular so perhaps he can be persuaded. As a political choice, it would be a strange hill to die on.

Ah right! Just in, U-turn from the government! 1.3 million vulnerable kids will get food in the holidays!

Could be worse. On a day when one sees World War III trending on twitter for the second time in 2020, any good news will do.



Strange dreams last night; some kind of chicken with radar flitting around the garden, a curious dwarf laughing at me and making disparaging comments. One clear and luminous point in the dream where I could see across the road into someone's window, a man making a phone call.