Rage not receding

The Mulligans excelled even their sublime standards of hospitality at a birthday brunch today. A good thing about a Wednesday birthday is spreading celebrations across two weekends.

The table was laden with delicious food and the conversation was dominated by politics, although it's testament to this lot that it took 20 minutes before we launched into it - probably the longest break between political rants I've had this week (hours of wakefulness counted only). Helen caught here whilst delivering what was no doubt a very salient nugget of opinion.

I remain incandescent with rage that Trump has taken such an extreme tone to win and now appears to be softening on certain things. While this gives some hope that life for any minority might be a bit less shit than it seemed on Wednesday, it implies such a lack of integrity and failure to understand a public's mood that I will find it very hard to stomach the next four years. The best candidate will never get a chance to govern using her experience thanks to his hateful campaign, and that is shameful, cynical and borderline criminal.

Today I rummaged in my storage unit for things I need to take to Africa and I had a trim for the tropics during which I asked if the front couldn't be trimmed a bit more. Piero replied that the receding would show more clearly in that case and that I should 'compromise'. Oh.

Excitingly I popped by the new pad as it may complete while I'm away and the builders had been doing some snagging and left the key in the door, so I got a sneak preview. It feels spacious and bright and lovely.