Windrush baby

I am speechless with anger over the government destroying documents and then declaring Commonwealth members who came over to bail out our economy after the war 'illegals'.

I walked down to Notting Hill this afternoon, an area where many of my Afro-Carribean neighbours settled when they first arrived in the 1950's. Most have bought their own houses, their children now part of the urban middle class.

The little girl is reading the front page of The Sun which I had hoped featured an apology from Theresa May. Instead she is looking at a story about the death of Dale Winton and the overwork of a regimental mascot (see extra).