Smelling salts

I think I need them after some of what I saw on Parliament TV tonight. Unimaginable.

Earlier, work was fine, taught TallGirl how to cook minute steak (she still can’t deal with the flames), CarbBoy was off sewing at a friend’s house, and I thrashed out a half decent piece of legal work for Mr B.

Later, meeting of our little community where I was elected President (ie was firmly told that it’s my turn again) and was told by a neighbour that I have to make nice with her mother in law (who is my unpleasant neighbour). I pointed out that I couldn’t be in a room with someone who has made unretracted threats of violence against my family (at least I think that’s what I said), all the other neighbours rallied round, and that was the end of that. Shame though as the daughter in law is clearly just being put in a very difficult position.

Late night perusal of Parliament and looking at some of the death threats MPs have had put things in perspective.